As the first snow hits, the radio stations turn to Mitch Miller’s “Must Be Santa” on repeat, and peppermint descends on all things edible, I begin to panic. Not because I don’t love Advent, Christmas, the whole holiday season, but because along with good cheer and tidings of comfort and joy we must find something to give those who bring us so much of it.
Personally, I don’t need much this holiday season–maybe some warm socks, a bar of dark chocolate, the time to take long silken naps–but books always come to mind. There is nothing quite like curling up with a shimmering set of poems or a riveting novel to make a winter day merry and bright. As I day-dreamed of my favorite afternoons (I’ve loved these days since I was oh-so little) it struck me–the perfect present–subscriptions to Indiana Review!
Jam-packed with positively stunning poems, short fiction, creative non-fiction, book reviews, even, that inspire, what better gift to give the loved ones? You’ll support what we do (which brings us cheer) and spread the literary bounty throughout the year. To order, click here. A single issue is $9, and a year-long subscription, $17. Shopping: done. So easy! Now you have time for a square of chocolate and the pre-Christmas nap…
