I told myself I wouldn’t make a gift guide - the internet is already full of them. But here we are, with a small guide of gifts for the characters in our lives. Books first, of course, and then a few thoughtful additions.
The reader
Or: the one whose bag is always heavier than it looks
A writer’s diary, by Virginia Woolf (inspired, searching, alive with the rhythms of her mind)
A writer’s diary, by Fyodor Dostoevsky (raw, reflective and strangely intimate; a treasure for the serious reader)
Leuchtturm1917 notebook (a leather cover + great paper? Yes, please)
Byredo’s Bibliotheque (a candle that is everything)
A fountain pen (let it do the talking)
A clip-on reading light (the highest act of love is enabling bedtime reading)
The host
Or: the one who can make a living room feel like a destination
Classic french recipes, by Ginette Mathiot
Eataly cookbook
A beautiful serving bowl that makes (even store-bought) food look intentional
Chocolates are always a good idea
A small jar of truffle sea salt (you can’t go wrong with truffle)
A set of linen napkins in a warm colour (the table will look beautiful)
The business woman
Or: the one who’s allergic to inefficiency
Trust, by Hernan Diaz (financial intrigue + sharp structure = perfect)
The silent woman, by Janet Malcolm (precision as art)
A silk scarf (for power-softening)
A desk hourglass (for pacing a long workday beautifully)
A box of excellent chocolates for when she has to pull an all-nighter
The soft one
Or: the gentle and generous
Stoner, by John Williams
Poems, by W. H. Auden (full of tenderness, precision, and unexpected warmth)
A soft throw blanket they’ll instantly adopt
A ceramic vase for fresh flowers
Incense sticks in a simple woody scent
The minimalist
Or: the ones who own just what they need
Nine stories, by J. D. Salinger (spare, perfect, quietly luminous)
Mr. Sammler’s Planet, by Saul Bellow (intelligent, unsentimental yet deeply human)
Black-and-white art print
A soft candle
Fuzzy slippers (no words needed)
The gentleman
Or: the dream
A moveable feast, by Ernest Hemingway
Dubliners, by James Joyce
A leather card holder that ages with him
A soft scarf
A bottle of good whisky






