Now before you raise your eyebrows at the romance writer proclaiming on her blog that a book is the worst Christmas present ever allow me to explain.
How many of you out there have had a deeply personal connection to a book?
Now you’re starting to understand. Books are deeply, incredibly, magically personal. The connection you have with the story may not be the same as the next person. Therefore, a book is a terrible Christmas present. You think it’s wonderful. You think it’s the best idea you ever had. You loved the story, so why shouldn’t someone else?
Now let’s see the flip side. Have you ever received a book as a present that you were completely and totally not interested in? Did you feel obligated to read it and while reading it, wonder why you were spending time on this story when you could be reading something else?
I know there are readers who do not care for the type of stories that I write, and that is okay. Stories invade your private space and require a lot of commitment from the reader. It’s okay to close the cover and say, “I’m not going to read this.”
Books are great. Books are never a bad thing. But books are a lot like underwear. You really have to know a person to give it to them as a present. So while you’re out shopping this holiday season, remember this when you pass by the bookstore: would you buy this person underwear? No? Grab a gift card. The person will thank you.