I saw something on Facebook the other day. It said: "All I want for Christmas is you... Just kidding. There better be some books under that tree." I read it to Hubs and we both laughed. Then something occurred to me and I told him "Don't buy me books for Christmas. Seriously. You wouldn't know what I've read or what I might want to read."
I read a lot. He sees me reading a lot. Sometimes he asks what I'm reading. Sometimes he just looks at me funny when I laugh out loud or snort or makes whatever noises the words spur from me. And then I tell him what I'm reading. Or I read the passage aloud so he can hear what I was reacting to. But he doesn't keep track of the books and, since I read so widely, he wouldn't be able to pick out what I might want to read in the future. Hell, I don't know what I might want to read in the future unless something about a book grabs me in some way.
So, I asked him not to buy me books.
Maybe it's just me. I mean, as a kid, I loved books for Christmas. Then, though, I was too new to have read a whole lot and I wasn't exactly choosy about the books I read. Now? I couldn't begin to list all the books I've read. And I read widely but I'm particular about what I choose to read.
What about you? Do you like when someone buys you books? How does that work - do you give them a list of what you want or let them choose for themselves? Do you like the books other people choose for you or do you smile and nod only to leave them sitting on a shelf forever?