Well it's a series, but Three body problem. It should have been right up my alley, but I got so tired of every decision by every character being stupid that I couldn't be bothered to read the last fifty pages of the last book.
Even if I charitably assumed the point of the book was to show that people are weak and stupid, the series was such a ham-handed strawman as to undercut its own commentary. And even worse, it had just enough interesting ideas to lead me to believe it was going somewhere worthwhile, but it never did.
It's been years and I'm still pissed off that I wasted a week on it.
I can't remember details since it was in HS, but reading The Catcher in the Rye was a painfully slow and boring process. I didn't get the story, the meaning, the struggle. It was a guy complaining about everything and being miserable and then I had to write a book report about it. Icky, icky, gross.
Maybe if I read it now it'll be different but I dun wanna!
Pride and Prejudice was the most unrelatable book I was forced to read in school. A rich, noble, Victorian family whose main problems are, while they are rich and noble, they are not as rich and noble as they'd like to be. They have no real skills or assets, so rather than pursue trade or business ventures, they put all their eggs in the basket of their daughters being able to swoon and marry the bachelors of richer, nobler, families.
As someone who does not live in Victorian England, grew up poor, and is generally bored when shallow romance is the main theme, that book was hell. It's often praised for showing the differences between classes in that period, which makes zero sense to me because the only classes it compares are the Upper Class and the slightly less rich Upper Class. It would be like a modern book talking about the "struggles" of a family that only has a net worth of $100 million and how hard they have it compared to billionaire families. Boo-fucking-hoo.
I genuinely do not understand how that book is a classic. It's basically Keeping Up with the Kardashians in Victorian times. It's a trash story with trash characters and trash themes. It is the first, and only, book I felt compelled to burn once I was done with. I wouldn't even wipe my ass with it.
I've really wanted to get into Stephen King's Dark Tower series, and bought the first few books. I've never managed to make it through the first one, The Gunslinger, even though I've given it probably five or six attempts. I always make it to the same part in the book where Roland and the kid are using the hand-cart through the tunnels, and it just takes so. fucking. long. to get anywhere and for anything to happen, and my mind starts drifting as I'm reading and then I start missing things and have to go back... That section of the book is so frustratingly boring that I can't make it through.
The Stone Angel.
It's a miserable story about a dying old woman regretting all her life choices. It's also required reading in Canadian high schools because the author is Canadian.
And then, on top of all that, my teacher absolutely insisted that its only major theme was "hope" and docked marks for having any other interpretation.
Atlas Shrugged.
There are very few books that have left me with a "This is the face of evil" impression. I tried to give it a fair shake, but this one did, alongside the fact that it devolves into stimulant-addled ranting.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not inherently opposed to stimulant-addled ranting - I like On the Road, for instance - but it just left an awful taste in my mouth.
On the other hand, I enjoyed the Fountainhead, but I was young, usually stoned, and took away an 'integrity of artistic vision' interpretation that resonated. I do not know if this would survive a re-read.
This was, oh, a decade ago or more. Was reading a book on polyamory and ethical non-monogamy. I can't remember the title, but it was one of the early "big" books on the topic.
It actually made me angry. Not because of the topic, I'm fine with the topic or I wouldn't have picked it up in the first place.
But the author said such STUPID shit like "There's no such thing as a 'reverse gangbang'." And I'm like "Well, shit, man, your search engine must suck!"
It made me angry that he took an important topic and got it so thoroughly and completely wrong. And that people held it up as like this "Important" work on the topic.
Some books are not to be set aside lightly, they are to be thrown with great force.
Not one book, but almost all of Asimov's Foundation series. The first one is one of my favorite sci-fi books of all time because I love seeing how each group has to use game theory to solve their own unique issue in order to survive and flourish as a society built on science and reason. While I admit that it's not always written well, I love the mindset that Asimov wanted to emphasize: violence should be the last resort for solving conflict between nations. When the factions outside of Foundation threaten them with war, they respond with soft power like economic pressure, religious sway, and focusing on making better advancements to science and engineering to defend themselves by being too valuable to destroy.
The fatal problem with the series arises in Book 2 though. Book 2 (Foundation & Empire) introduces the interesting concept of "what happens when a massive wrench is thrown into the meticulously calculated 1000-year plan?" Unfortunately, you can tell that at this point is when the concepts of the story become too smart for Asimov to handle, and he instead begins his trend of doubling and tripling down on deus ex machina characters with mind control powers for the rest of the series. All of the interesting methods of sociopolitical problem solving are thrown out the window to become sub-par adventure stories.
Books 4 and 5 (Foundation's Edge and Foundation & Earth) were written particularly poorly, and was probably the point where I should have cut my losses. The books follow not-Han-Solo adventure man, contain a sexist female sidekick that only serves to be a hot piece of ass for Asimov's self-insert character to have sex with, and then has an extremely uncomfortable "happy ending" where a traumatized child is left to be groomed by a robotic parental figure so that the robot can one day mind-wipe the child and insert it's own consciousness into their body. What's more is that they completely ditch the core premise of the 1000-year plan, and the ending undercuts any direction that the story could have gone from there.
The prequel books 6 and 7 (Prelude to Foundation and Forward the Foundation) aren't nearly as bad as 4 or 5, but they completely undermine the importance and intelligence of the character Hari Seldon from the first book. Instead of him being a great man and brilliant mathematician on his own, he's essentially led around by his nose by undercover robots that are the secret architects of everything just because Asimov wanted to tie-in elements from his books about robots.
L. Ron Hubbard's "Mission Earth" series. I was young, and I'd read damn near all the sci fi that my local library had, I was acught up on the Wheel of Time that had been published to that point (I think it was still about five books before Jordan died), and gave it a try.
It was fucking awful.
Given that I was maybe 12 at the time, that's saying something; it was just trash.
Friends don't let friends read Hubbard.
Well, I tried reading it. Then I tried again. I even made a bet with my father who could finish first. We both lost.
It's just a terrible reading experience. Don't know why critics love it, but I have the feeling nobody really understands that gibberish but pretends to do so just to look smart...
These days I tend not to persevere with books that I'm having a bad experience with. There are just too many good books out there.
Poor writing sucks but even worse is when the author misjudges how much they can expect from the reader. Sometimes things can get 'bad' in a book for just long enough that the reader feels they have risen to a challenge and been rewarded at the next change. Some authors are aware of this and incorporate the dynamic but end up prolonging it too much or over-egging it. I actually feel abused as reader when that happens and end up rage quitting. Unfortunately, deleting an ebook doesn't come with the same satisfaction as burning a physical one in those cases.
The other thing that is a bad experience for me is overly long dialogue expositions, where a character does an infodump to provide background and context and justify the plot. It totally jangles me, bores me and breaks immersion in the story by making me cynical about the authors laziness. An example of this is all the Librarian's waffling about biblical stuff in Snow Crash. Rather than making me care more about the outcome of the plot it just yanked me away from what was a really enjoyable story and setting and destroyed the pace.
BTW, if anyone is interested; Bookwyrm is a fediverse platform for discussing and rating books. Much like a federated FOSS version of Goodreads.
The red/blue/green mars trilogy. The first book was pretty great and the themes were good throughout but the main characters devolve into this weird privaliged manifest destiny hippy cult that doesn't give a shit about the rest of humanity and acts like they got to mars all by themselves and not on the backs of the billions supporting the economies that made the journey possible.
Its the only serie series I've read where I ended up rooting for the oligarchic corporate overlords because even a mars owned by megacorps works out better for humanity than the mars envisioned by the protagonists at this point who are basically turning into a kind of proto-version of the spacers from asimov.
Xenocide, from the ender series. Enders game was good. Speaker was OK I guess. Ender was a whiny bitch the entire time but the descolada mystery was interesting. Now that's solved and he's still a whiny bitch and then he just solves basically every single problem with his super ai that can do magical space/time bullshit. The worst deus ex machina I have ever laid eyes on. I physically threw the book across the room at one point. I hate leaving books unfinished, so I slogged through the rest at like 5 pages per sitting, rolling my eyes out of my head the whole time.
I did not finish children of the mind.
The german version of Ready Player One. Just the most disrespectful drivel about nerdom i have ever read. Absolutely embarassing and god damn was it a slog. I think that was the only book i ever hated and regretted reading. And after reading a bit of the english original i was even more disgusted as it was even worse...
the underage sex in Snowcrash
the character could have just as easily been made an 18 year old and it didn't need to be there for the story. it was like a record skipping at that moment and I understand wanting to make a crossover for the character to have a sympathetic link to the other character but it was gross and makes it really hard to recommend the book to someone
Almost every book I read back when I was a school student.
Each month we had to read a boring book chosen by the school, and at the end of each month we had a annoying test with questions like: "When the protagonist discovered the truth, what was the emotion he felt?" Or "How did the author felt when writing this?" So I had to read 300 pages of a boring book and pay attention to each detail each month.
I don't dislike reading, actually I enjoy good books, but reading something against my will is sickening.
2071: the third oddesy.
I had heard good things about the first one and happened to just see this one in my high-school library. I had a book report due soon so I binged it.
This is the single most boring Sci fi novel I've ever read. It goes on and on and on about the various technologies of the various vehicles of the future. The most exciting part is a flashback to a previous book in which a character kicks a plant, second most is a relatively relaxed flight through a comet.
Normally I can plow through the couple hundred pages in a night, this one took me a bit longer because of how dry it was. There was a entire section on some kind of spinning windshield design used on boats to make sure visibility was always crystal clear.
I'll probably get downvoted for it, but The Name of the Wind by Patrick Rothfuss. The protagonist of the novel, first in a series, is the best example of a Marty Stu I have ever encountered in a book; Kvothe is the dullest, most offensively boring protagonist it has ever been my misfortune to meet. There's absolutely zero narrative tension because the situation always boils down to "Kvothe wins immediately or Kvothe wins harder two chapters later."
I peaced out around two-thirds of the way through. Amusingly one of my complaints, that the book had an unnecessarily high amount of smut for something not advertised as, gets even worse in the second book. No thanks
When I was a kid I would read the sexy parts of the Illuminati and jerk off.
My brother caught me and ratted me out. Handing over the book was terrible.
House of night when I was in highschool.
Straight up vampire porn that makes twilight look like lotr. Most memorable part was too many pages describing a blow job. No idea why it was in my highschool library.
Been rereading all the books I can ever remember having read in school lately. For the most part they are actually more enjoyable as an adult.
The Scarlet Letter still doesn't hold up though. It's so dry, so boring, so archaic. I crawled through it a few pages a day for like three months because I didn't have the motivation to do any more than that. The movie was even worse.
The Great Gatsby was kind of a slog at first - I actually just gave up on it at some point. But when I eventually came back and started from the beginning again it was fine and reasonably enjoyable.
For those curious, the "books I can remember having ever read in school" are A Doll's House, A Modest Proposal, Animal Farm, From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler, Ghost Cadet, Hatchet, Holes, I am the Cheese, Inherit the Wind, Lord of the Flies, Maniac Magee, Night, Number the Stars, Of Mice and Men, Pygmalion, The BFG, The Great Gatsby, The Kid Who Became President, The Man who was Poe, The Metamorphosis, The Most Dangerous Game, The Old Man and the Sea, The Pearl (?), The Scarlet Letter, Crash, To Kill a Mockingbird, Bud Not Buddy, The Lottery, Fahrenheit 451, The Catcher in the Rye, and The Crucible. Plus a lot of Shakespeare. So far I've reread all of those before Mockingbird, and none of them from Mockingbird. This only includes books we were made to read, or which our teacher read to us in earlier grades (BFG, Hatchet, Mixed-Up Files, etc)
Thankfully I can't remember the title or author of the book. I only got six pages into it before I put it in the "return to the library" pile.
I think it was supposed to be a fantasy novel set in a medieval European alternate world.
It was first person and the MCs train of thought was trope and cliché filled drivel, including a multi paragraph description of an alcoholic drink made from potatoes and turnips. The author called it "voka."
That was the final straw.
I tried to read The Wheel of Time and discovered that some people really think men and women are different species, incapable of communication or cooperation. These people believe that pretty much everything about a person is a result of their sex and are incapable of relating to a person without their stereotypic lenses. It explains the trans panic.
I don't know if it's my worst ever reading experience but... Im trying to get through Narcissus and Goldmund right now. Holy shit do I hate this book so far, and I usually enjoy Hesse's work.
Just tried to read some of Anne Rice's books last week because I was enchanted by the AMC adaptation of Interview with the Vampire.
I can't even adequately express how much I dislike her writing and "story telling", if you can even call it that. Her vampire lore/rules for her vampires are cool, but that's pretty much all she has going for her.
I think it was called "the horror of remson high" or something like that, that we had to read in high-school. Imagine being a teen, already struggling with the changes of one's own body and then reading a book about tentacle aliens coming out of the pimples of the students, to wreak havoc in the town. It even started with one alien killing the family's dog and growing to its size.. Didn't even bother finishing it and gladly accepted a bad grade for doing so.
I guess that would be fucking Kierkegaard's Either/Or that used to give me what I believe was some sort of physical panic. I couldn't finish it, great book.
Id would have to say Lolita. The way humbert humbert is super manipulative and gaslight-y about the worse things a human can do is why I had to drop the book halfway.
Papercuts
Dante's Inferno. It was full of footnotes explaining the context for all the references and allusions he made, which was important to have, but reading your way through a piece of literature and being stopped every few sentences for a lengthy explanation was so frustrating. I couldn't keep a good pace up and kept getting lost in the details. My interest gave out and I still haven't finished the last quarter of the book.
And there are two more volumes after that in the Divine Comedy!!!
Beowulf. The version I was given in high school was kinda half-translated from ancient English to modern English, such that I had to struggle to figure out what the modern equivalent of a lot of the words were supposed to be in order to understand it.
Also every time a character is introduce it goes for like a whole page about their family tree and sword collection.
I never imagined a book about fighting monsters could be so boring.
The Dutch education system forced us to read many Dutch works of literature every year in the last years of highschool. This completely ruined my joynin reading, since imo most Dutch literature is boring. Interesting books like the Lord of the Rings or Dune were not allowed since they weren't Dutch.
The worst memory of them all was the book called "De Grote Zaal". Basically the entire book was about a dying old lady in the last years of her life reflecting on her life. It wasn't a thick book, but it felt like it took ages because nothing happened and it had exactly nothing in common with the average life and interests of a highschooler.
Before the last years of highschool I'd always read books for fun, even when school started requiring it, because it was fun. Books like Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter (fck J.K Rowling), Star Wars, and countless others that I'm missing were great fun. But Dutch literature is a lot about old people, WW2, etc. Dutch fantasy books were not considered literature because they were too much fun to read.
Worst book because of bad book was when I had to read and watch Tristan and Isolde for a school project. It was so bad with SO brain dead characters, but at least it was quick.
The worst book because of the experience however was the full version of The Hunchback of Notre Dame. We know interrupt the story to spend 10 pages talking about the special meaning of a throw away line said by Frollo. 5 pages of story later, and we know interrupte the story to spend 20 pages detailing Parisian roof tops to the minutest of details.
I made it through the smug, insufferable foreword and one agonizingly shitty, self-important chapter of A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers before I chucked it across the room. Eventually I decided that there’s probably SOME kind of value in the book so I picked it back up. I started using it as a cutting board for various arts and crafts.
One Second After - W. R. Forstchen
Please everyone, read this book. It's sad, disgusting and heavy, but it's probably a documentary for events that may happen one day. It's very well researched and the plausibility and realism make it even scarier. It hasn't turned me into a prepper, but in part motivated me to make our house as self-sufficient as possible. Also it made me aware of small useful things in my surroundings that I used to be blind to.
Kevin J. Anderson's Saga of the Seven Suns. I started reading it a long time ago, got about twenty pages in and gave up. Much later, I forgot I had tried, and tried again, and got even fewer pages in when I remembered how it is chock full of the most inane pandering exposition I have ever read. Just a torrent of trite, hackneyed, cliché. I can't understand how it got published, let alone warranted 7 books. Maybe it gets better. I will never find out. I haven't heard much good about the Dune books he co-authored, either.
I should add that I've read Battlefield Earth, and actually enjoyed it. I generally do not have super high standards. If something is entertaining, I'll give it a chance.
I read the book Paper Towns by John Green as a teen, and out started out good, then just kept getting better and better and way more adrenaline inducing. The characters were going on this crazy exciting midnight excursion and I was up reading until like midnight.
At a certain point, the mood just dropped straight off of a cliff. It was so depressing and draining but I was in too deep at that point, so I kept reading. After like two chapters of emotional torture, I knew I had to stop so I stopped reading and fully deleted the book off of my kobo and went to sleep.
The next morning though, I woke up desperate to know what happened, so I booted up my computer, went through Adobe's proprietary mess of a program to redownload the book onto my kobo, skipped the entire middle section, and kept reading. In the end, the ending was okay, but definitely not worth that rollercoaster of emotions.
I read John Green's The Fault in Our Stars right after, and I enjoyed it!
Best staying up all night reading Frankenstein the first time in high school, or reading treasure Island in a tree stand in a forest during bow deer season.
Worst was probably the second time reading the Lord of the rings trilogy on smaller sized versions; really terrible size and binding or most Dickens I just have a hard time connecting.
If you mean "which book did you like the least" I'm going with Wuthering Heights. It's a miserable story about awful characters that is for some reason a curriculum requirement.
Honorable mentions:
I was told A Confederacy Of Dunces was a tremendously funny book, "one big clockwork of a joke" couldn't bring myself to finish it, I just didn't want to spend any more time with these characters.
I've also managed to slide off of the Aubrey-Maturin series (Remember that Russel Crowe movie where he's a British sailing ship captain? The books that movie was based on)...I might have been able to slog through ye olde timey languagee if the author didn't have a habit of changing scenes and not telling us. At the end of one chapter we're sailing around having nautical adventures and then the next chapter begins 5 paragraphs into visiting with some old guy and his step-nurse. The tag line of these books is "Wait, what's going on?"
Jane Eyre: Every moment of this book was absolute torture. I could never get into this genre of book but this book took the cake. It was like the reading equivalent of trying to force down a terrible meal without gagging because it would be rude. I actually devoted my time to speed read it just so I could finish it faster.
Wicked: It was just a lot of, "Oh god, this isn't like the musical at all 😰."
Perhaps a hot take, but East of Eden was an absolute trudge to get through. I think I made it almost halfway and gave up because I was not enjoying it at all. I wasn't sure what the main points were and there were too many details unrelated to the plot.
A less hot take, The Fountainhead was also a pain to read. It was just boring as hell and I stopped about halfway as well. I only read it because I loved Anthem and became disappointed to find out it's only related philosophically.
Clear and present danger. Only book I’ve ever quit, and 600 pigs in to boot. Shit author, shit book, shit material. The people who enjoy this shit are the same people who jack off to guns and ammo. ‘What’s this author re*arded? Give me back my $15’.
So I'm usually pretty careful with my "nonfiction", but somehow I got suckered into opening an absolute shit heap of utter nonsense called Power vs Force. I had to make a separate goodreads category called trash just so it didn't show up on my actual "read" list. Also, I finish damn near everything and couldn't get through more than about a chapter before wanting to vomit.
It's about on par with the South Park "this is what Scientologists actually believe" segment (no clue if that was faithful), except not funny.
The Winds of War. I enjoyed the Caine Mutiny so much, I plowed right through it and wanted more. Winds completely deflated that. I tried to read a couple other Woulk books and just couldn't get into any of them.
I remember struggling so much to get into Inheritence that I gave up, not sure if it was because of the writing or I was still annoyed at the end of Brisingr.
Effi Briest by Theodor Fontane: The most boring book I ever had to read. It is SO dull, nothing happens. All books we had to read in school were fine but that one sucks great.
I was about to finish the book (it was mine) when my teacher asked to borrow it. I never got it back.
Ive sat on my kindle pw3 on the plane, switch on to find its fucked. This just happened today 😥😥😥😥
Dies The Fire by S.M. Stirling.
I didn’t hate the plot of the book, but something about the writers treatment of the character interactions, physical descriptions, and sex scenes creeped me out. I just… I don’t know. It was gross. I got the feeling that the writer was fulfilling their own fantasies through the novel. I told this to someone about 10 years ago, and they also felt that way, so I feel slightly vindicated and not like a weirdo who reads too much into things.
Any book where the pages aren’t cut together. Fucking pain in the ass turning pages, and forget about flipping through the book.
American Psycho would occasionally get so graphic about the torture shit that I'd have to read a couple of paragraphs and then pause and look out the window for a bit. Rinse, repeat. It would only be for a handful of pages here and there, but I've never had a similar experience with any other book. But I also rarely read fiction.
I tried to read The Reactionary Mind, but had to stop pretty early in. I consider myself to have a pretty decent vocabulary. Part of why is an OCD-like need to look up the meaning of any word I don't know when reading. However, this author was using so many words that I didn't know that I couldn't get into a flow. I kept having to pause and grab my phone for my dictionary app. Doing that many times per page just doesn't work. I really wanted to get the content from it but it was too distracting.
First thing that comes to mind is The Witcher (books), but my interpretation of worst is “its been the worst a book has left me feeling” and I don’t read a lot of books.
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The most recent was the final bit in the witcher series when Ciri is pushing the boat with her parents corpses out in to the water and being helped by the spirits of everyone who died helping them along the way. I held off crying while reading it on the train home but finally let loose talking about it later with a friend and fellow fan of the series.
I know there’s a lot of post book retconning and hand waving but it’s pretty obvious at the end of The Lady of the Lake that Geralt and Yennefer are not ever going back to the world their daughter lives in and that shit left me pretty emotionally exhausted.
States of matter by David L. Goodestein. Just read the first paragraph tbh
Dickens - A Tale Of Two Cities.
In ninth grade my class was forced to read it. No lie I actually never got past the second page. I tried so hard but was bored to death and confused by that intro. I used cliff notes to get through the assignments. Worst reading experience ever.
The Ministry of Time by Kaliane Bradley was good because it started off with a lot of stuff I can relate to, but in a kind of neat Time Travel storyline set in the near future which is also great because I really only like Time Travel stories. Stuff like Khmer Rouge and refugee child growing up in the west and all that kind of stuff, all wrapped up in a strong female lead character. And then halfway through, the dude unzips his pants and it turns into a shitty Oxford Study romance where the strong protagonist is completely undone and turns into a colonizer worshipping story. Bullshit. I stopped reading and I'm still angry about it two months later. Fuck that story.
Also, Stations of the Tide was dry and I never finished it. I've tried 2-3 times. Swanwick is my favorite sorta-contemporary author but I don't know how that won so many awards. Am I missing something? It seems like everyone wants to herald that novel as great because they don't want to look dumb, but it's just all over the place compared to his later novels, much like Killing is My Business has a bunch of good riffs but is all over the place with no structure and nothing ever repeats so therefore it isn't as refined and memorable as Rust in Peace.
The Darkroom of Damocles.
The big "twist" in the book basically gets pretty obviously announced in the first chapter "oh this person is exactly like me but better in every way I can conceive, how vexing. Gosh would I like to be him". It's almost spelled out.
Once the twist is known, the rest of the book makes little sense. Sure, the main character becomes an unreliable narrator, but he's not just twisting details; hugely important events can no longer happen if you assume the twist, because there's no physical way of it happening, unless the narrator is so extremely unreliable that you might as well be reading Jurassic Park only to reveal it was actually Terminator or something.
And then the book tries to end all clever by dangling the whole "was this the twist? Was it all real? Who knoooowws" making the book feel like a massive waste of time. Clearly the author wanted you to doubt the narrator at the end so you'd go back and think "oh was this/that a hint?", but with the twist being so painfully obvious it lands flat on its face.
I was hoping there'd be some clever ending that meta-played on the whole "the reader has been distrusting of the narrator"-ordeal, but there was nothing. Very unfulfilling reading experience.
The worst one I remember was having to read Great Expectations in high school. Maybe I might appreciate the book more today, but at the time I found it incredibly boring and it just seemed to drag on and on and on. It really felt like a written soap opera from the 1800's, which it kind of was as it was originally published a serial where the reader got a small part of it every week. Which probably accounted for how slowly the plot seemed to move.
Perhaps an honorable mention would go to "Triton", as that's the first book I remember where I started reading and actually got a decent way into it before putting it down as it was absolutely boring me out of my mind. Though I was a teen at the time, and one of my main sources of reading material was whatever I could find at garage sales for cheap. But nevertheless, almost always if I thought a book was interesting enough to buy it was also interesting enough for at least one read through, but that one stood out as an exception. Though I have to wonder if I tried reading it again today if I might manage to get through it this time.
Okay nobody said His Dark Materials by Phillip Pullman. So that's my hated reading experience.
The first book was okay, seemed promising, the rest got worse and worse by the page. I've picked up lousy books and I can quickly tell if they would be a waste of time, so I drop them early. I have no beef with those books. But His Dark Materials? What a disappointment. I want my time and money back.
The Secret Agent by Joseph Conrad. I thought it would be all James Bond shit. It was the most boring thing I ever read.
I read the Bible once... Meh, didn't liked the ending.
I love audiobooks. There are some amazing books that are narrated by Wil Wheaton
He sounds like a fucking meme of someone reading a book and trying too hard to inject character. He also sounds like he's chewing marbles when he talks
Book - Warren the squirrel looked in the mirror
Wil - Woaaaarn thu squooooorl lucked in the meeeeeer
The majority of the books we read in school. They almost seem like the only reason they're promoted in school reading class was as a deal by the authors and the schools to save the book from disinterest. However, I tend to get a lot of flak for it, especially when I bring up Of Mice and Men and A Christmas Carol. No matter how I read the first one (since everyone keeps telling me I'm reading it wrong), all that rings in my head is a plot demonstrating the struggle of two individuals in an old crochety version of rural America that leads up to a justification of euthanizing based on weaknesses that shouldn't have been set up to show in the first place, and a Christmas Carol is just an old man being bullied by three ghosts who could be out solving some of the world's biggest issues but somehow think some random old man who did the crime of refusing to give generosity to someone is the world's biggest priority.
It's a common meme to compare the aesthetics/style/ethics/accuracy of a book to the Twilight saga like the Harkness Test (e.g. "wow, the Quran has worse ethics than Twilight" or "this Harry Potter story might be misguided, but at least it's not Twilight"), and I wouldn't exalt the majority of the books I've had to read in high school above the Twilight books.
