Bookstack (n): 1. A gift, generally given at Christmas, comprised of many books, each book wrapped in tissue paper, the entire stack of books tied with a bow. 2. The last thing opened on Christmas day. 3. A whole bunch of books given all at once, the pleasure of which is in the sheer generosity of so many words, and the plethora of covers, the amount of time it takes to unwrap the stack, the discovery that you’ve got hours and hours of wonderful reading ahead of you on Christmas day, long after the turkey’s been eaten. 5. A gift that does not need batteries, a power cord, or a software update. 6. Heaven.
The bookstack is one of those ideas, like velcro or the twist tie, that’s so simple you can’t believe you didn’t think of it yourself. The trouble is I can’t remember where I read about it, so I can’t give credit to the brilliant woman who did this every Christmas for her children. (It that was your mother, would you speak up please?)
This one is for one of my older boys, a boy who likes history, sports, and has a great imagination.
And here’s a key for those who’re squinting right now. Beginning with the upper left hand corner:
1. John Madden’s Heroes of Football; 2. Dave at Night; 3. Writing Magic: Creating Stories that Fly; 4. Orlando Bloom Has Ruined Everything; 5. The Great Turkey Walk; 6. The Leopard Sword; 7. Whittington; 8. The Book of the Lion; 9. Eragon; 10. Across Five Aprils.
I hope nobody minds a few days of bookstack posts. There are books everywhere in my office, waiting to be wrapped in tissue paper and stacked: some for my other two boys, for my husband, for my mom, and even one I made for me, me, me!