I Think I'm Vaguely Heartbroken

So I ordered my books for LS online (note to self: why did you not do this every year?! You are an idiot), and some of them arrived today. One of them was a paperback copy of James Joyce's Dubliners. I open the front cover, and this is what I see, scrawled across the first page in boy-handwriting:

12-25-98

Holly,

Enjoy the Joyce book, I know your big exhibit requires you to know and read up on Joyce's work.

Love,

Chris

I want to find this Chris fellow and tell him that Holly is a little tart who took his CHRISTMAS GIFT TO HER and sold it to a half-price bookstore.