When it is Christmas, it seems that all of us, without exception, wait with childlike hearts for presents. For me, the anticipation is always there that someone will remember that what truly warms my heart and makes me the happiest are rare books. Because they are often difficult to find, I know that the person who gives them to me really loves me, because it means they have been thinking and looking all year, remembering me, and, once having found it, putting it aside, keeping the secret from me every time they see me of this wonderful “find”, and waiting finally for Christmas day to express their love. Magic. It is always the best part of the giving
to be truly remembered in the gift.