Push
I have hooked my youngest brother, Calvin, on Terry Pratchett, my mother bemoans the fact that Firefly was canceled, my little sister Zoë inhaled the first two seasons of Buffy at a pace only slowed by the fact that some episodes are just a might scary, I've given my cousins graphic novels, Elizabeth Peters, and Ender's Game to rave reviews, and I've hand sold dozens of copies of The Pirates in an Adventure with Scientists, The Westing Game, Bridge to Teribithia, and (my favorite of recommendations) The Eyre Affair. Although, to be honest, the last one's premise essentially sells itself.
Wth the exception of butterboy, who is as mule-headed and obstinate as any given Robert Jordan nationality, I'm getting good at what I do: linking people to things which will bring them enjoyment while reducing their social standing. Which is about as good a goal in life as any.
What I'm trying to say is, I'm glad I'm not a drug dealer. Or a neoconservative.
And now, I'm finally going to start Beloved. Or just go to bed maybe. Not sure yet.