My book club is currently reading Mao’s Last Dancer, the autobiography of Li Cunxin, whose life began in a poor village in northeast China and years later took him to fame and success in the US. The young peasant boy left home to study ballet in Beijing at the behest of Madame Mao during the Cultural Revolution in China, and his father gave him a pen as a gift on his first visit home after almost a year. “I hope you will use it every day…and every time you use it, you will remember your parents and our expectations of you,” said his father. A pen always has and always will be a gift with meaning.
Share your own stories—from books or personal experience—about pens as gifts.