Battleaxe by Sara Douglass. It made me feel like I'd just woken up and my eyes were stuck together.
Also The Man in the High Castle by Philip K. Dick, always enjoyed his stuff but I've tried 3 or 4 teams to read it and never made it halfway through.
I put down about half the books I start. Life's too short and there's always more to be had at the library.
I recently suffered a bout of temporary insanity and decided to try the new series from David/Leigh Eddings... I don't even remember the title of the book now. I couldn't return it fast enough. If I had paid money for it I just might have had to commit seppuku.
But the only book I really wanted to burn was one called A Plague of Angels... Don't remember the author. It had to do with a world where only teenagers live in cities and they spend their days crapping on sidewalks and raping each other.![]()
The Matarese Countdown. Truly the worst book I have ever read.
Some people might hate me for this, but I'll also add Perdido Street Station. There's nothing wrong with the story; it's just the bug girlfriend of the hero that freaked me out. Don't get me started on the man/bug love scene at the beginning ... ugh.
I expected it to be sick, but to also be interesting and well written, but it was neither. I read it on the recommendation of a prof whose 18C French novel class I was taking and which was generally quite fun. But that does remind me of two other 'classics' that I've hated, albeit for tedium mixed with overblown prose: Rousseau's La Nouvelle Heloise, and Chateaubriand's Rene and Memoires d'outre-tombe
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