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 SIL heard me talking about William Carlos Williams so she got me a book of his poetry. What she failed to notice, however, is that I was talking about him because I utterly and entirely loathe his poetry.
Ha! That reminds me of my mom buying me Anthony Kiedis’ book when it came out because she heard me talking about it and remembered that I liked the RHCP in high school.
But what I was talking about was how skeevy it turns out he is and how apparently open and unashamed about the skeeviness he was in his book. I returned that shit.