The other week my dad called to tell me about a publishing article he saw in a magazine that he thought I’d be interested in reading. Of course, he didn’t actually have the article in front of him, so I had to sit and wait patiently (while I was at work) as he dug around to find it.
But that’s my dad and I would expect nothing less.
In addition to sharing articles, we also swap books. Usually non-fic because I’ve yet to convince him to read YA.
No worries, though, because YA book-swapping is what my mom and I do. And my older bro and I used to sit around, reading about those incorrigible twins from Sweet Valley.
My younger bro and I have also swapped books – he’s the one I borrowed the entire series of Harry Potter from. In turn, he borrowed my hubby’s Wheel of Time collection. I attempted to read the first WOT book. It took me a month. Sorry high fantasy.
You’d think the book-love would end there, but it doesn’t!
Bully! (in a Teddy Roosevelt sort of way)
When my older bro and I were kids, one of our cousins used to give us gift certificates to the local bookstore for Christmas. I thought he was THE coolest person EVER.
Bully! (in a standard bullying sort of way)
My dad and his sisters exchange books. Sometimes I get to be a part of this. We are a stubborn, argumentative lot, so it’s not so much:
“I think you’ll like this,”
it’s more of:
“You WILL like this! Read it! And as quickly as possible, because someone else is waiting!”
But I kinda like that. It’s like we’re in this one-upmanship Game of Book (which would be a whole lot more like The Westing Game, nothing at all like Game of Thrones).
How about you all – what family member is your “book buddy?” Or is your entire family book-crazed like mine?