1. I Should really be trying for personal growth and enrichment. You know, enlightenment. Being able to sound intelligent in front of my peers. I hear books can help with that.
2. Really, my friends/family have enough "stuff", anyway. They really don't need any of the things I got them. And buying myself books wouldn't count as "stuff", anyway, because I am obviously doing it to attain a higher understanding of the world.
3. Really, I'd be giving back to the family. They trust me for the recommendations I give them, not to mention the witty insights into daily life provided by my constant reading. ("Your nose is stuffy like the padding in Alanna's armor! [re: Song of the Lioness by Tamora Pierce]" "...What?" "I thought so.")
4. Re: Giving back - they always end up borrowing my books anyway, since I'm the one in the family who reliably has new good reading material. I could almost count the books as my gift to them. Except, like, mine. Because I would never let them permanently keep my precious books.
5.Terry Pratchett, Laurell K. Hamilton, Tamora Pierce, Meg Cabot, Robin McKinley, Dorothy Parker, etc. I do not own, nor have I read, all of their books. This is a travesty that must be fixed.
I'm sure I could find more reasons that my attempts to buy my family's love are remiss, but I'd rather not acknowledge some of the ways I've tried convincing myself that I don't really need to prove my affection over and over again each year, and it's really a disgusting holiday anyway, considering all the waste and ill-will that goes into it generally... I do love my family. Really, I do. But...Amazon.com has free shipping for orders over $25. Does anyone but me realize how many books it is possible to get for $25?
...I should really stop now, before I dig out my receipts and this gets even uglier. Besides, now that I've gotten all my presents, I can spend my money on books. Hey, yeah!
PS- Book review forthcoming.
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