Day 14 – books
Getting a good book at Christmas was once one of the highlights of the year. People who bought me books as gifts used to put a lot of thought into buying a book. Some gems I’ve received over the years include timeless classics such as The witches handbook , haunted inns and mysteries of the sea. It was clear that people that knew me knew what subjects interested me and would contemplate which cool would be liked the most.
Of course, as I became older and my hair got thinner my interests broadened and my library became stuffed with books that only held a passing interest. Curious really as bookshops became better stocked and Amazon allowed shoppers more choice.
Of course, since Borders saw off the smaller booksellers and is now going the way of Woolworths I suspect the days of the “christmas book gem” will go the way of the round christmas pudding.
This saddens me, especially as I know the only books W H Smith sell are celebrity biographies and amusing trifles which tend to be read once and then sold at a car boot sale and most of the people I know in RL are intimidated by Blackwells and Waterstones.
So I suppose this entry is more of a lament than a moan about something that annoys me about Christmas. Will my stocking contain Gordon Burns’ autobiography? Or will it have 1001 amusing uses for a spoon? Who knows? What I do know is it won’t contain a pictoral history of Yorkshire pit villages or a guide to making your own steam engine.
Or perhaps it will. One last time.