When it comes to love, few things are more thrilling and frustrating than the language of flowers. You know a red rose means love, but how about a pink one, or yellow, or white? You know what, let's steer clear of roses as Valentine's Day gifts--they're overplayed.
For those of us who live for the written word, the books we own mean everything. My bookshelves tell my life story. I can probably tell you the conditions under which every book I own was acquired, as well as where I was when I read them.
So you want to buy the dad in your life a book, but you're not sure what to get him, because he's already finished the Dragon Tattoo series and he thinks Game of Thrones is for pimple-faced middle schoolers?