The best gift I ever gave was a book. I got it for my husband's grandmother. She was in her 80s and hard to buy for. I found a biography about Gracie Allen and gave it to her for Christmas. She looked at it and her face lit up. She put it away with her other gifts while we continued to celebrate that day, but I saw her go in and pull the book out and sneak read a few paragraphs three times that day. It made my day that she liked it.

No. I just want to enjoy the writing. If I find out an author I like is a rotten person, I don't feel right about buying or reading any more of their stuff. I'd rather remain ignorant.

I found it disappointing and predictable.