Birthday and christmas presents is one of the things I always struggle with. I don’t give presents to many people, only the few I care about. I give my family albums, of the pictures I have taken during the last year.
Albums are great. People remember them, they are not that expensive, and they mean a lot. Both for the receiver and the creator.
I have also started doing something new.
My book collection is huge. And I have read most of my books, at least once. I started doing something new. There are a small group of people I care enough about to give them real presents. There are of course a lot of other people are care about. But these are people that are kind of like me. They like books.
What I have started doing is to write a few words to them in one of my favourite books, that I think they would and just give it to them.
I love books, I love reading them, and I have started to love giving them away, to people I care about.
You can always find a new copy, if you want to read it again.
There is two exceptions to this rule. Books I have received from other people as a present. And books I have inherited. I can’t give them away.
Find someone you love, find a book that you think that person would love as you love, and give it to them.