The Best Gift (that was a book)
To follow-up on Wednesday’s book-giving post, I thought I’d ask you to share the best book-gift you’ve ever received. I follow agent Rachelle Gardner‘s blog and she hit on this topic last week. It’s a great idea, so I’m stealing it.
Here’s mine: The day I was born, Virginia Hoover registered me with Daughters of the American Revolution. An old-maid schoolteacher (who wouldn’t have minded being called one), she was the Keeper of Our History in the little community where I grew up.
Every Christmas there would be one, rectangular package TO: David, Sarah & Daniel; FROM: Virginia & Zoe (her mother who lived to be 100+). It was always and ever a book. And while it wasn’t necessarily my favorite gift then, I’m SO grateful now. King Arthur, Narnia, Frog & Toad–she introduced us to them all.
In my first novel a baby girl is born near the end. I named her Virginia. I just wish the real Virginia were still around so I could thank her for sharing her love of books.
Of course, there’s also the copy of Heidi my mom read to me at least 268 times when I was little and then gifted to me when I was an adult.
I think the best book I ever gave as a gift is probably the first draft of my first novel given to each of my parents. No one but your parents should read your first draft. They, however, will love it. And mine did.