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.

  • chop_pooey@alien.topBEnglish
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    1 year ago

    Last year for Christmas I asked for several books that my dad already had in his garage and instead of getting me decent copies he just gave me his 30 year old copies that were literally falling apart. I’m not someone who cares about having pristine books, like if he had gotten them second hand I wouldn’t have cared, but these things were useful only as kindling