The best gift a person can convey to another is time, time to hear, to invest, to be present. But the second greatest gift is equally powerful but more subdued: a book. A book is more than words on a page. It is a companion, a whisper, a silent journey.
When you give a book, you’re giving someone something that cannot be bought or worn. You are offering a piece of your thoughtfulness, a part of your heart, a story that can live forever in someone else’s hands.
A book, unlike most gifts that die with memory, has permanence, not in the page, but in the thought and memory that it was given. Every other gift will eventually be forgotten; the sparkly trinkets, the momentary acts, the things that once felt so important. But the experience of giving a book is different.
It clings, It remains, etched, gently, like the first kiss: when the mind lets the memory slip, the body, the very soul, carries it on. It is individual, it is intimate and it is lasting. This book, The Gift, is not just a story to read. No, it is an instant that lives in time and a message of consideration connected a bridge between you and the recipient.
When you give it you are saying: I recall you. I thought of you. I wanted this part of my world for you. And no matter how closed the pages are, no matter how close the words are, how much they’re sunkin’ in the words and how they’re absorbed, no matter how, the memory of the fact that you’ve received that memory stays there.
And you! I so generously present you with this book as my present. Not just as a gift to hold, but as a gift to feel. May it be remembered in your mind, and touch your soul not for the pages it contains, but for the care and love which the gift held. Because some gifts are judged less by their size, cost and presence than by the lasting warmth left deep within the heart. This is one such gift.
"A book is more than pages, it’s a memory you can hold,
A gift that stays, long after the moment has passed."
