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.
This will probably get buried… but respectfully anything from a Christian bookstore. I have nothing against anyone who enjoys that stuff but it’s not a place I shop for books, nor are they topics I’m interested in reading about. I’ve had a few of these gifts over the years and feel bad when accepting, because I know they will be donated.