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.
Good god. I am about to ban books as gifts for me. I haven’t had a good one in, 15 years. Maybe 20. I love books, but not one has been anything remotely interesting to me, or even worth reading. Just silly or stupid shut.
Worst gift for me, was definitely the cake I got one year for my birthday. It’s in December, so still qualifies, unfortunately. Other December baby’s understand. It was a carrot cake. I look over at my dad and I’m like, that’s your favourite cake, not mine.
Yeah, we have spent years honing the knowledge and skill which is buying books for ourselves and those amateur’s think they can spend five minutes in a bookshop and come out with the goods. I stuck it out for years and then I begged them to stop and they did.
The carrot cake thing is a douchebag move. But at least your Dad bought a cake. It wouldn’t even have occurred to my father. My mother was the definition of a married single mom.
That’s why I have an Amazon wishlist with 100+ books. I want those books, and only those books.