"What is this?" my mother picked up the book on my bed.
I glanced over my shoulder. "Oh, that. I bought it for you in Australia but forgot to give it to you."
"You shouldn't have," she automatically said* as she flipped through the book. "I don't think I will read it."
I hid a grin.
Sure enough, the book disappeared from my bookshelf and reappeared on Mum's bedside table the next day.