A new book

Although it's a puzzling thought, my friends and relatives actually gripe that it's impossibly difficult to find gifts for me. Perhaps I do shop quite a lot ( an understatement, I know! ) - which has me getting most of the things I do want but hey, I still don't see any shiny Tiffany cufflinks on my desk. :) Apart from the ties and shirts that I normally get ( hey, I like design as much as the next man but come on, I have to draw the line at dancing reindeer on a tie! ), books are the usual present found under the tree for me but that's always a risky bet since I tend to get all the latest bestsellers ( and often some of the more obscure authors out there ) that I can find.


Dying for a good book!

Since I haunt the bookstores on a regular basis ( hell, it's amost my second home ), it's almost impossible to beat me to a new book. And as a rabid completist ( can't find another word for it since my vocabulary only stretches so far! ), I tend to search under every rock and stone for the entire series - and every damned book - written by any author that I particularly like which makes it even harder to find a book for me. That explains why I have books piled up in stacks in every room in the house.

Of course, hunting like a crazed man for books tends to makes it difficult for me to find a new book to read ( since I literally pounce on the new books once it gets on the shelves ) once I've finished the lot and waiting for the next publication. So it always puts me on a high when I find a new author to love. So lovely to rifle through the first few pages to find that you've found something new to enjoy. Indescribable actually... explaining how it feels to open a new book :) It's the joy and ecstasy of finding a new lover, an uncivilized foreign expanse yet to be explored.