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 aunt knew that my siblings and I all read voraciously. My oldest brother was about 15 and my youngest sister was about 10. There are 5 of us. She bought us a single almanac to share and said, “Look, you’re all a bunch of know-it-alls, so now you’ll know more. I guess.”