After spending all those late nights in Bobst, we’ve become uncomfortably familiar with the library’s collection. From the academic to the, ahem, not-so-academic, we’ve spent enough time between the stacks to know that not everything found in Bobst is Pulitzer-worthy.
We know, we know: don’t judge a book by its cover. Still, we’d be reluctant to put the following books in our bags any time soon. Thus, we present the winners of our esteemed ‘Worst Of Bobst’ award. First up: one man’s adventures with flat-irons and Fergie.
1. “Fallin’ Up: My Story” by Taboo of the Black Eyed Peas (with Steve Dennis)
If you’ve almost managed to forget the Black Eyed Peas, you’ve almost certainly forgotten this guy. Why not take a trip down memory lane with that guy who wasn’t Will.i.am.?
2. Richard Simmons’ Never-Say-Diet Cookbook
What’s better than 80s fitness guru Richard Simmons making your dinner? How about five Richard Simmonses making your dinner! Sweat!
3. How Starbucks Saved My Life: A Son of Privilege Learns To Live Like Everyone Else
Most of us recognize this as either the topic of our college application essays, or our plans after graduation. Either way, too familiar.
4. Year 2000 Solutions For Dummies
Today’s apocalypse scares are totally lame. Reflect on how it used to be, back before our impending doom went mainstream.
5. An Unexpected Apprentice
This cover looks pretty innocuous, but we found it by typing “wizard sex” into the BobCat search engine and now we’re not sure what to think.
6. Straight From The Fridge, Dad: A Dictionary Of Hipster Slang
The mysteries of some languages are best left unsolved.
7. Lance: The Making of the World’s Greatest Champion
Wait, what is this doing in biographies section?
8. Microwave Cooking for One or Two
But realistically, just for one, making this both the saddest and most useful cookbook ever.
9. The Art of Procrastination: A Guide to Effective Dawdling, Lollygagging, and Postponing
We don’t need this; we’re already subject-matter experts! Then again, hearing another expert’s opinion never hurts. We’ll just flip through a few pages during this study break. That essay isn’t even due until midnight. GOSH, MOM!