What with Boxing Day fast approaching, I thought I might mention a few different ways people have of giving me books.
There is the traditional way, wrapping paper and ribbon under the Christmas tree. Apologies for the dreadful picture; I was under the impression I took a useful photo of a couple of gifts under the tree… But you know the drill; book, paper, maybe ribbon and label.
I have already opened mine, so you’d have to wait another 363 days for another – better – picture.
Usually books arrive either in a cardboard packet from that rainforest online shop, or in jiffy bags from publishers. The inner contents of the jiffies could well look like this:
Reminds me of the candle and wax I used to be simultaneously fascinated by and scared of as a child. (That was before I had a job that consisted of putting bank notes into envelopes before placing the whole thing dangerously close to a ‘bunsen burner’ thing. Never set fire to any money, though.)
Or, the book could arrive in a pizza box. Admittedly this doesn’t happen every day. Actually, so far, only once.