I wasn’t sure if I was going to write a post about this, but I thought it might turn my lemon into someone else’s lemonade so here goes. (and I know I’m going to sound petty and selfish — I do apologize)
I signed up for a Secret Santa gift exchange on The Neverending Shelf’s blog. I received the name of another blogger with a list of books they had on their wish list and – though the books weren’t familiar to me at all – I searched around to find a few on the list and had them sent. Not a huge amount of time spent in the process, but enough (I felt) to make sure that I was choosing something this person would like.
So a few days ago, my Secret Santa package arrived in the mail, and I was very excited to open it and see what treasures awaited (don’t we all turn back into children at Christmas?). Alas, my husband had a good laugh at my face when I had my first look, because the books weren’t what I was expecting at all: