There’s an unintended pun in the silly old rhyme to which the title of this blogpost alludes. The rhyme, if you never have heard it or if more important infobits have edged it out of your consciousness, goes:
There were four libraries in my childhood. I loved them all. The first was a former private house that had been re-purposed into a public library to serve the town I grew up in and the next town over. The children’s department was a second-floor room filled with the magic of books that I borrowed and devoured regularly. No library card was more well-worn than mine, and I borrowed the limit every time, faithfully returning the books in good condition before their due date so I could borrow more.
If you’re fortunate, you hold in your hand a magic key that can unlock many portals. It can take you to far-away kingdoms, real or fanciful, or reveal deep truths to you, or challenge your thinking or augment it, or enlighten you on subjects quotidian or sublime. If you’re fortunate, you hold in your hand a book.
Of course I’ve been on TV before. As an author, I’ve guested on shows promoting various of my books. I was a contestant on JEOPARDY! in the pre-Alex Trebek era. (Who else reading this is old enough to remember when Art Fleming was the host?) Subsequent to my JEOPARDY! appearance, I was on two other game shows.
It’s Christmas! Did you get the gifts you wanted? Did you give people—your kids, if you have kids, your significant other, whoever else is on your gift list—what they wanted? Do you know what people REALLY want—your kids, your significant other, your other relatives, your friends? Do you know what they really want from you, whether they’re on your Christmas gift list or not?