Where to begin? I’m a cold-hearted scrooge this year with the whole wonder and magic of Christmas lost years ago to season after season of disappointments. Oh. So. Cheerful.
But there’s one thing I do love, and that’s shopping for presents. But because I’ve been so under the weather lately, I haven’t even really started my holiday shopping and am at a loss as to whether or not I’ll get finished by, ahem, the 25th. See, the main problem is that I generally buy people books, but now that I work for a publisher, I can’t really do that anymore. Or at least can’t give people books without them knowing where they came from — the cat’s kind of out of the bag on that one.
What does a girl who only ever buys books as presents do when that option is no longer available to her?
I’ll be sitting in the corner sucking on my candy cane trying to figure it out.