I always loved getting books for Christmas. Sadly, the past few has been fraught with any. I love people shoving books in my face to read because sometimes, I really can't keep track of the good ones when you're busy keeping up with everything else. Someone once told me its hard to give books as Christmas presents because you don't really know if the ones you like will not freak out the next person, guaranteed (i.e. giving "The Yellow Wallpaper" to someone will probably not make you the most popular girl in school). But I disagree. I love giving/getting books for Christmas.

Sadly this one never came. I don't care if it has SATC fan written all over it (though I'm not really sure if there's anything wrong with that), I just want one for my dwindling shelf. Which brings me to a pet peeve of mine: empty slots in my shelf. Slots belonging to books that have been on loan for so long I forget whom I lent it to. Because really, book borrowing etiquette is not really that high up in people's list of priorities (I think its right down between texting/calling back when you miss a call and saying grace).

I'm missing some of my Ian McEwans and Nick Hornbys and my OoTP.

And I can't remember whom I lent it to, daggumit.