This is one end table in our family room post Christmas-giving... and I love it. Books, I think, are my very favorite gift. Fiction books, cookbooks, gardening books... bring it all on. We have overflowing baskets, bookcases and end tables all over the house, but I will never, ever tire of books.
My father is a huge fan of the Kindle, and while I understand the lure of a book "on demand," I just can't give up the intoxicating smell of fresh print and the subtle crack of new binding. He says I'll get there someday, but I say, out of my cold, dead hand!
My dear hubby sauntered over to the bookstore on the 23rd of December thinking he was going to pick up a copy of Mark Twain's autobiography for me. Having no idea the book is in high demand, he was disappointed when he couldn't find it on the shelves. He was standing amongst the stacks devising a plan B, when he overheard an employee mention something about Mark Twain. He says he doesn't know what came over him, but he had a feeling (call it divine Christmas gift intervention) and he began to move quickly to the front of the store. Over the loudspeaker, a woman announced that they had received ONE copy of Mark Twain's autobiography and it was available to the first person who came to the front of the store.
My husband was in front of her with his hand raised before she could finish the announcement.
My husband was in front of her with his hand raised before she could finish the announcement.
He is a blessed and golden man, one of those people who always seems to come out smelling like a rose. In this case, it really worked out for me... I'm well on my way through the autobiography. What a guy.