May I make a confession? I LOVE presents.
The trouble is, I don’t really like stuff.
As I get older, the things I like to receive most are : art, experiences (like a homemade dinner, or tickets to a concert, or an awesome adventure), and books.
I LOVE books. I love art books and how-to books and cookbooks and non-fiction books and novels. I love old books, and new books and books straight off your shelves. I love the smell of books and their covers and the paper used and their weight … sigh.
The thing that I like the most about getting books as a gift is, if given thoughtfully, how intimate they are.
You say a lot about who you are, and about who you think the recipient is, when you give books as a gift. And beyond the subject matter contained in the book, you are giving, above all else, TIME. And permission to be selfish with that time.
“Here. I think you will enjoy this. Go. Be by yourself. Read.”
For a hermit-introvert like me, THAT is the best gift ever.
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The other thing I love, is giving presents. So. Because my birthday is tomorrow and I firmly believe that you can do anything you want to on your birthday, I’m going to give one of you a present – a print and calendar gift set. You get to pick the print. That means two presents for you, or one for you and one for someone else! Fun!
In exchange, in the comments, tell me about a book. Your most-favorite-ever book, or the book you like to give as a gift, or the best book you ever received as a gift. And tell me why.
Tell your friends!
You’ll have until Tuesday night and then I’ll close comments and choose a winner using random.org.