A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one.George R.R. Martin
I am not going to rain on somebody else’s parade so let me be clear that the following opinion is solely my own: I think that Christmas is mostly for children.
If I cared about SEO as much as I should, I’d have some amazing drama in my comments from people who stopped reading after my first sentence. I imagine part of them would be from the people who scream, every December, about how they “can’t” say “Merry Christmas” anymore. Another faction would be the folks crying that I’m insensitive to those with fertility struggles, or the child-free which… Yeah. No. That’s not where I’m going with this; have people always stopped reading and jumped to the emotional reaction, and social media just makes it more obvious?
Back to my original point: I think that Christmas is mostly for children, at least as far as gift exchanges. Being an adult with my own income means I don’t have to wait for my birthday or Christmas to indulge my whims. Indulging my wants comes down to my priorities (Din Tai Fung with my girlfriends or the Holy Grail? Making grown up decisions is tough!) and planning. It’s not dependent on my parents or other adults in my life.
In my family, gift exchanges are modest, although tailored to the recipient. This is a really fancy way of saying we mostly buy books, sometimes to hilarious results. For instance, this exchange from last week:
Husband: (side-eyeing the copy of Children of Virtue and Vengeance at the top of my reading pile) Is that yours?
Me: Yes, why?
Husband: (sighs, retrieves a bag from the local bookstore, and produces another copy) I’m going out to exchange this. Don’t buy anymore books until after Christmas!
This is what my priority reading pile now contains (in alphabetical order by author):
I’m wondering if I should review these when I’m done. Would that be bad form, since I write books, too? Oh, well. I’ll cross that bridge in another week or so. For now? I’m looking at my pile and realizing these books aren’t going to read themselves…
(So much excitement! Yay: books!)