A generous portion of my library–and my birthday gifts–are electronic, and so not pictured.
My physical haul includes a library card t-shirt (remember those? I miss them) and a banned books notebook from Out of Print. (Visit the site at your own risk, they have so many tempting items there.)
I also got three books I wanted, including the exceptionally lovely Penguin hardcover classic, which I’m starting a collection of. These are cloth bound hardbacks, printed with images–the picture is a bit dark, but Treasure Island has parrots. I’m resisting the pretty covers to the level of only getting the books I like. Which means I have a few I know I want–like the adventures of young Hawkins–and a few I know I don’t, and a dozen I need to read. Because my TBR list isn’t long enough.
And some chocolate, because you need something to eat while reading your books.
On a separate day, I received this lovely journal and some pens. I already have, to be honest, more of a journal collection than I need. Most of my writing is done on the computer, but… They are pretty enough to tempt me. I just have to keep writing!
There’s just something about getting a book as a gift, isn’t there? It makes me happy. I can’t decide which is better, a book or a bookstore gift card. One has immediate gratification, the other lets you go browse. What do you think?