A Bouquet of Books

A book is a gift you can open again and again. —Garrison Keillor
My friend Ramona with her Bouquet of Books for Mother's Day.

My friend Ramona with her Bouquet of Books for Mother's Day.

I got a Swiffer for Mother’s day.  A Swiffer, I said!  Who thinks my daughter (who does not read this blog) was sending me a message? A horrible, terrible, no good, very bad message. I did order myself two new books that she wrapped up and placed neatly next to the household cleaning product that will “revolutionize the way I clean.” Books and a pair of Frye sneakers rescued me from I-Got-Cleaning-Productitis for Mother’s Day. I can’t say enough about the redeeming power of good reads.

While I try never to play the envy game, I have a good friend who gives his lovely and bright wife Ramona a bouquet of books for Mother’s Day—oh, what I wouldn’t give for an awesome spray o’ paperbacks! Not just any paperbacks either, one homerun after another. He delivered big time this year with the following arrangement: Wonder, A Man Called Ove, The Invention of Wings, The Pearl that Broke Its Shell and one I’d never heard of, Ready Player One. I cannot applaud the man loudly enough.  So the next time you’re stumped about what to give your mother, sister, bestie, or brother with a passion for publications, go for a posy of paperbacks.  They’re bound to bring you bunches of praise.  Can I get a hear, hear?

Posted by Tracy