We received a package from my grandparents for Curly’s birthday. My step-grandmother was very excited because the book had been written by her friend’s daughter and she had signed it (not specifically to Curly though). When we opened the package, we noticed a bright red book with a giant detachable coach’s whistle affixed to the cover. That was our first clue in to thinking maybe it wasn’t the greatest choice, but whatever. Then we read the title, which you’ll have to click the link for because we don’t want to be searchable by it: http://www.bookmasters.com/express/20041.htm
I immediately said to Nutella, “The “wrong” way? There IS no wrong way to whistle!” to which she replied, “I’m sure that’s the message of the book, just read it.”
So I read it to Curly and besides being unimpressed, began to get irritated because page by page, it appeared that no, that was not the message. By the time I got to the end, it was clear that the author thinks there IS a right way to whistle (blowing out) and a wrong way to whistle (breathing in). Black and white, people, and if you do it the “wrong” way, you must be silly.
Needless to say, the book is being donated although we’ll let him keep the whistle.