I hate getting books for Christmas in general because I’m such a mood reader, and I’ve plastered a fake smile on my face many a time and repeated internally ‘Its the thought that counts.’ as I unwrap a book I will not read.
But the worst one by far, given to me by my own Mother , who I know loves me, when I was fourteen years old! was >!Men are from Mars Women are from Venus.!< I am sitting there horrified thinking what is she trying to tell me? As my sisters are flat on the floor laughing to the point of puking. We eventually came to the conclusion she just saw an attractive cover on a bestseller table and grabbed it. Love to know your terrible gift stories.
My grandfather gave me a Tom-Clancy esque thriller he wrote about an ex CIA ex Vietnam vet going to mexico to fight drug cartels and rescue an orphan.
I show up in the book.
Your grandfather wrote the book that the movie Rambo: Last Blood is based on? That’s kind of awesome tbh haha
My Grandpa Wrote a Bourne-o.