First, I was voluntold I had to help this woman out. I was a well known bibliophile even back then, so she probably thought she was doing me a favor, but God those were some awful books. I only read a couple of chapters from a few, before I realized how much I hated them. They were supposed to be written as inspirational stuff for teenage boys, but there wasn't anything inspiring about any of them.

I don't remember how I got rid of them, I think I just stuck them down in a corner of the house, and let my TBM relatives slowly walk off with them.

I can't tell you how bad that old Mormon inspirational stuff was. It was a good way to cure insomnia though.

As for the woman, she was a hoarder, and every single piece of crap, she had to stop and lecture me on its history for what seemed like forever.



Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 10/02/2012 05:44PM by forbiddencokedrinker.