One of my dear friends has a new gifting policy that makes a great deal of sense to me, and has asked her family to keep it in mind when purchasing gifts for her in the future.
“If I can’t eat it or go to it or experience it, I don’t want it!” she announced emphatically.
I agree – with one possible exception.
Gifts you can read.
Of course there is no better gift for this bookish girl.
Today, two gift books arrived in my mail. Gifts for others, mind you, but books I was keen to read myself. One was this lovely collection of poetry, She Walks in Beauty, anthologized by Caroline Kennedy. It’s a collection organized around the stages of a woman’s life – love, marriage, family, friendship, aging – and filled with hundreds of poems from poets of every era and nation. I carefully peeked inside, particularly interested in the impeccably written introductions with which Kennedy prefaces each section. I particularly loved this quote from her Preface to the book itself:
Women have always been the weavers of the world…We weave people together, we weave the experiences of life into patterns, and we weave our stories into words. Poems distill our emotions into very few words – words that we can remember, carry with us, and share with others as we talk and weave the cloth of life.
The other gift book was actually for my friend who issued the gifting edict (so I hope I’m not banned from her friend list!) However, she and her husband are such avid dog lovers, I think she’ll forgive me.
The book is entitled Dogs Make Us Human, and it’s a pictorial essay about dogs all over the world and the way they enhance the lives of their humans. I plan to spend some more time with this one myself before it gets wrapped.
But first, there’s someone else in my house who seems quite interested in “reading it.”