an actual book published by Disney, who apparently employed a disgruntled marketing peon who decided to name one final book on his way out the door. If you're looking for a good immature laugh, click on the above link and read some of the reviews.
- Letting It Go: A History of American Incontinence
- The Stray Shopping Carts of Eastern North America: A Guide to Field Identification*
- Everything You'll Need to Remember about Alzheimer's
What's the worst title on your bookshelf? I'll go check mine out and report back, as soon as I get this cat off my lap.
UPDATE 2:13 PM: OK, if we disqualify The Tao of Pooh because of the above results, and give a break to Descartes' Discourse on Method and Meditation on First Philosophy, Wittgenstein's Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus, and Husserl's Introduction to Eye-Gouging Boredom, we're left with one obvious answer:
Jude the Obscure by Thomas Hardy. Not that it's not a fantastic book. Hardy was emo when emo wasn't cool (not that it is now--if it were, emos would have nothing to sigh about). But the title doesn't exactly grab you by the shirt collar and scream, "Buy me! Curl up with me! Me love you long time!"
I think we can safely put "Obscure" on the no-no list of title words. Right above "Pooh."
*this is now on my Amazon wishlist, and no, I'm not kidding