Are you giving true crime for the holidays?
the true crime that's worth your time
When I tell people at my cutesy little artisan and vintage shop about Sarah’s true crime book store, they’re fascinated. “People really buy each other books about murder?” one person asked me last week. “Well, it has to be the right book and the right recipient,” I said, as they were about to spend about $700 and saying “of course they do!” in a sneering tone seemed self-sabotaging.
But their question made me think. There is a lot of true crime-related stuff out there that I wouldn’t give anyone. Sometimes, it’s for taste reasons. For example, I’d wager that I am more interested in serial slayings than the average person, but I will never be interested enough to wear a t-shirt with a serial killer’s face on it. Other times, though, I am giving true crime right away: I think we’d been dating two weeks when my eventual husband gave me a well-loved paperback copy of Helter Skelter “because I know you love the classics.”
So, here are our questions for you: Are you gifting true crime for the holiday? If so, what? We’d love mentions of true crime gifts you will never, ever give because you find them too gross/tone obtuse/off-putting.