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.
Not quite a book, but one year my mother in law got me the UGLIEST personalized pillow that said “just a girl that loves books.” It had a cartoon girl that was supposed to look like me but really didn’t at all, and wonky sideways text. I think it was a suggested ad on Facebook that then sent a bad replica of the original picture. I had to pretend to like it and then it disappeared 😂
Did you take a Sharpie to it, cross out the “that”, and write “who”? Cause I would’ve.
Not going to lie, I would have loved it because it was so ugly, things like that bring me joy.