in a bookstore

What really kills me, when I'm browsing in a bookstore or CD shop, is spotting a title that someone I know would love. I laugh to myself (what would s/he say if s/he saw this?), commit the title to memory, intending to recommend or give it to him or her, then buy it to read or listen to it (just in case it really sucks and my reputation is dealt a death blow), and end up keeping it for myself. On reflection, that's how my collection grows, actually, I guess: it's a pile of all the shit that I ended up not giving you guys, in the end. I hope you'll forgive me, I'm only human, and I love my books and music too much.