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 don’t remember the titles but they were like 3 bodice-rippers. I was a teen then and I live in a predominantly Catholic country (with lots of other Christian denominations) so like…it was odd lol. But it’s not like I wasn’t reading worse things. But who wants to get such books from their uncle’s girlfriend lol. I’ll just assume they thought the covers were pretty.
I never got to read them and after I moved, I now don’t know where they are. I just thought it was nice that they thought to get me books because everyone knew back then that I loved reading.