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.
I think this was for my birthday, but an aunt got me a women’s bible? Like, it was a nice Bible, it was focused more on stories of strong women from the Bible (s/o Esther) but it was weird? I wasn’t super religious but already had three Bibles, if you can make any sense of that.
She gave me so many whack gifts that I’m not 100% sure if that was Christmas or a birthday, but it was the only book she ever gave me and it was better than the Bedazzler she gave me once.