Just Give Me a Gift Card: A Holiday Lament for Book-Lovers
The plight of the modern book-lover is pretty grim during the holidays. We should be rejoicing, for this is the perfect time to get free books, and yet we live in fear that under each layer of festive wrapping paper lies an embarrassment. One that we will make us cringe inwardly while we don a fake smile and thank Uncle Dave for the uninteresting, uninspired paperback he pulled off the shelf in the grocery store check-out line.
So let us commiserate, fellow book-lovers, for the time of despair is nigh upon us once more.
The problems are myriad, but one of the most common is the unwanted book. It seems strange for us to say. We love books; how could we possibly not want a single one? But then we open up a present to find a book we bought and read years ago.
It gets much worse than that. There’s the constant danger of receiving a book with a clear political motive, a vapid celebrity tell-all, or, heaven help us, a self-help book about the latest financial fad. Remember when The Secret was big a few years ago? The saturation rate of hokey, wish-fulfillment paraphernalia amongst our presents was intolerable, and we never cracked a single cover.
The worst part is that the giver thinks he or she is doing us a favor. “This will change your life,” they whisper with a self-satisfied sigh as you tear open the package. “Then why are you still unhappily divorced, morbidly obese, and living in a dump?” you’re tempted to ask, but you swallow the urge and place the waste of paper on a growing stack of books you’ll never read.
If this happens often enough, you don’t feel bad when someone gets you a book that you already own. You actually want to hug the giver because they at least understand what you like, and they’re not trying to convert you to a new pseudo-philosophy.
It seems like technology should be helping us more. I mean, we have entire social networks built around loving books, and certainly people should be able to find out what we like in any number of ways. And yet, Grandma has no idea what an Amazon Wishlist is, mom can’t find the list of books you emailed her, and your brother didn’t even get you a greeting card. So much for technology.
In fact, technology is just making it worse. There’s nothing so disappointing as finding out someone bought you a Kindle eBook for your Nook eReader. That’s like getting someone socks instead of a Red Ryder BB Gun.
Traditionally, society considers it thoughtless, possibly even heartless, to get someone a gift card for Christmas, but if someone would just give you an Amazon gift card, or better yet, a gift card to a real bookstore where you can huff the smell of paper and ink while you grab armfuls of books, you’d probably start crying. I mean real crying, with tears of gratitude so large that others might think the giver pulled your baby from a burning building. All because they gave you the power to pick instead of giving you a disgrace to hide in the back of your bookcase.
And still they won’t believe us when we say, “Just give me a gift card, Grandma.”
Just give me a gift card.
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