Debra Hamel has set up a new site, known as BAFAB, which encourages people to buy books for their friends. Not just because it's the friend's birthday, but just for the hell of it.
Well, I'm all for people buying books. Especially for me. (Can I choose?)
Debra has determined, since it's her baby, that there shall be four BAFAB weeks in each year: the first weeks of January, April, July, and October. So you just missed the first one, on account of the GOB being too idle to mention it earlier.
But hey, you can do it anyway, even if the week's over. No one is going to complain. They might be suspicious -- hmm, is he trying to get into my knickers? -- but they won't complain. Unless, possibly, you are foolish enough to buy them the latest Michael Cunningham.
Debra Hamel, by the way, is a woman of depressing and shaming energy. She writes books -- e.g. Trying Neaira, which looks pretty damn racy to me; not sure I'm old enough to read it. She blogs in general terms on the deblog. And she also runs a book-review blog. And now she's running the BAFAB thing. And all of these have a distinctly professional look to them.
Well, she's young. I guess that's what it is.
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