Most Christmases I choose a handful of books for myself. I order them online or perhaps buy them locally. I wrap them, put them under the tree, and write on the little tag: "To MK, from Adam." But we all know I like to choose my own reading material. Five or six books will give me before-bed reading for most of the following year.
The other day I spent a delectable hour in Buckhorn Books, the local, quirky, dusty, run-by-an-old-lady, inside-an-old-house bookstore that I love to visit. Mrs. Lupton is proprietor. She has handwritten tags taped on the shelves guiding customers to various topics. She carefully selects her inventory and stocks truly interesting, unusual books. I always know I'll find something there! I'm not much of a fiction reader these days. I like interesting stories. Most fiction is fairly predictable (which is why we like it so -- it feels comfortable, no real surprises), but real life is always unexpected. Here are the books I bought for myself this year:
Oh! I nearly forgot a book that I did buy from Amazon, Home Fires, a book about the Women's Institute in England during World War II, and how instrumental they were in winning the war and strengthening the nation.
So there you have it -- the Christmas book selection. Do any of you buy a stack of reading at Christmas? What do you choose?