Packing. Found this and started thinking about how this isn't the worst present I've ever received, but it's sort of up there. Really reflects the person who gifted it. I heard later that she was mad I didn't gift it back to her to read. I need to list it on eBay.
Aside from the introduction, the pages weren't chosen because they were the "worst of", more that they neatly represent the whole product. Hollow. Blandly inoffensive unless you're an unusually conservative individual. A criminal waste of trees.
Twee. Your mind conjures up images of who, exactly, this book is for, and you find that individual severely wanting.
It's not that serious, but it is sort of repulsive, if you allow yourself to be repulsed. Or maybe it's just a decade's worth of disdain for the gifter finding its release by shitting on a picture book for adults that promises to contain hidden truths such as - get this - have you ever noticed that trees are green? Ah, you haven't, have you? That's why you need to buy this book! No need to pay attention in the moment, Miranda Keeling can do that for you to the tune of 36AUD. Come on, buy some mindfulness.