I’ve written pretty extensively on here about all things books. I know I’ve mentioned in numerous posts that I do NOT lend out books. At all. I believe I’ve let someone borrow one of my books just once. It was my senior year of high school and the book borrowed is still the fourth best book I’ve read according to my personal list. It now appears there will be a second time that I lend out a book.
A couple of days ago I wrote about Lone Survivor being the best book I’ve read. Well yesterday afternoon I did something I don’t normally do. I recommended a book to someone. *gasp* That’s right. And she’s not a big reader. But for whatever reason, I’m sitting there in the break room at work and decide that I need to recommend this book. I know why it happened (it’s the best book I’ve ever read), but I don’t know why it happened the way it did. We weren’t talking about books. As a matter of fact, she was telling me how horrible I look just a few minutes before. (Still sick) But when I told her about it she asked if she could borrow my copy so she wouldn’t have to buy it. Let me sum up my initial reaction for you. “MY copy?!” *insert crazy stare* I even said something about people damaging books.
BUT I ultimately let her talk me into lending her my book. I sound like such a guy, letting a girl talk me into something I don’t want to do. HA! Guys, that’s sarcasm there. Don’t get upset.
Tell me what your policy is on lending books. I’m normally 100 percent against it, but I guess exceptions are made when the person asking is a girl I’ve known a few years. Eh.
On this day in 2014 I published Am I a Book Blogger?.