Worst popular books

Agreed. **Portrait of an Artist as a Young Man **was so bad, I never could get through the first 20 pages. He must have been on an LSD trip in front of a typewriter.

I was once in a book club that chose this, The Da Vinci Code, Left Behind, and White Oleander (a so far unmentioned piece of dreck that was recommended by Oprah. She’s very hit and miss.)

I’m no longer in that book club.

Regarding High Fidelity: I adore Nick Hornby and have read almost everything else he’s written (How To Be Good is one of my favorite books of all time; I know fuck all about soccer, but I loved Fever Pitch), but every time I consider reading High Fidelity, I pick it up at the bookstore or library and thumb through it and…no. I just can’t bring myself to read it. It just looks eminently stupid.

I think it’s also his first book, though.

The Dante Club: where the author reminds us on practically every page that he went to Harvard. “You guys, I totally went to Harvard! Hey, any of you ladies want to f*** me? I went to HARVARD.”

Horrible books, terrible dialogue, but the man can do Crowning Moments of Awesome with the best of them. Kept me reading up till at least the 6th book just to see what badassery would happen next. Though i still bear mental scars from the rest. >_<

My own contribution, the Wheel of Time series. Words can’t describe how awful this series is, but Robert Jordan, may he rest in peace, certainly didn’t let that stop him using some of the most boring, pointless, and lengthy descriptions ever used in a book. If there was an out of place blade of grass, chances are there are 3 used to describe it.

Also, the plot became nearly unmanageable to read with the number of additional plotlines and secondary characters he added.

Al Franken’s first 2 books were terrible. Not because I expected great literature, but because they weren’t even funny.His last attempt was far better.

Another one to add

A Brief History of Time - Stephen Hawking

I heard this book was written in simple terms for non-cosmologists. Please. I have a degree in math, and I still thought my head was going to explode. I think people just said they understood it so they wouldn’t look stupid.

I nominate Sex and the City. It’s a miracle they could make such a good TV series out of such a crappy book. The book focuses on a hodgepodge of spoiled airheads going back and forth from New York to Aspen, the Hamptons, and other places. By the end of the book, I didn’t care one bit about any of the characters. There was no character development at all. The series, on the other hand, did a good job of focusing on just a few people and how they dealt with the consequences of their actions.

Another vote for the bible.

Dean Koontz can write passable airplane books (and I think Odd Thomas is actually really good), but Your Heart Belongs To Me made me want to track him down and hit him repeatedly on the head with a baseball bat while shouting “Show, not tell! SHOW, not tell, for Og’s sake I can do better than that!”

GAAAHH! I’ve blocked out the name too, because it made me so angry. Because I had invested all this time in a story that wasn’t true. But then that made me think–it’s all fiction so how can I really be angry? That made me angrier.

There have been three other books I’ve read recently which used the same construct and it pisses me off.

My daughter said I should see the movie because I was the main character.

“John Cusack or Jack Black?”

“Both.”

Thanks, bitch. :mad:

Best thing by Richard Bach I ever read was an article he wrote for Flying telling of his chance to pilot one or two WWI fighters after a lifetime of hearing about their outstanding maneuverability. His conclusion was that they were “dogs,” barely capable of getting out of their own way. Which, given that the FIRST flight was only eleven years before the war started, is probably understandable.

Could be worse, she could have said Todd Louiso.

You read Lisey’s Story again?!?! I liked Dreamcatcher but HATED HATED Lisey’s Story (and I LURVE me some King)

If that’s your reason for hating a Thomas Harris book, then you’ve CLEARLY never read Hannibal or Hannibal Rising. Trust me, there are better reasons for hating Harris.

Harris has really run the novel gamut for me:
Red Dragon - I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Silence of the Lambs - A Solid Novel.
Hannibal - What? Just! Happened? At! The? End! Did I hit my head on something? I must have imagined the last 50 pages - those 50 pages that totally ruined my memories of the character of Clarice Starling and the last two novels!
Hannibal Rising - Utter crap, just vile, worthless, utter, crap.

Pretty much how I felt about them.

Plotholes he never explained about Hannibal: Mason Verger is sooooooo evil, yet after Hannibal makes him rip off his own face and feed it to the dogs he never informs on Hannibal and lets him live free for several years. WTF? Plus what the hell is this Lithuanian prince nonsense? RISING had more plotholes per paragraph than any book I’ve ever read (and among other things Harris forgets that Hannibal has maroon eyes and eleven fingers when he’s running all over Paris without being spotted by all the mean men who et his sister [who are soooooo evil they torture virgin girls in cages and coincidentally all wind up in Paris after leaving their documentation in the Lecter country house in Lithuania which not only survives the war and tank blasts and Soviet occupation and annexation but is still legible and right where it was left and easy to get into and like most Soviet controlled places perfectly easy to get into and out of by eleven fingered maroon eyed noblemen who are trying to avoid detection…

I am convinced that Harris completely forgot he owed another book on his contract and wrote this one on his way to his publisher’s office.

Timeline may be the stupidest thing I’ve ever encountered.

I agree that reading the The Celestine Prophecy was as painful as punching my own nutsack at every page-turn.

But I don’t get the Dan Brown equivalence, or the general Dan Brown disdain for that matter. Maybe I don’t know enough about Dan Brown the person, which is true - I don’t know a damn thing about who he is or where he comes from - but his novel Da Vinci Code wasn’t that bad.

Oo, someone else who hated this! I love Dante’s Inferno, so I expected this would be great but I just could not bring myself to care about anything or anyone in it. It’s bad when some of the most influential/popular figures of that time period and region are terribly wooden and boring.

I’ve written my complaint better previously so I’ll just repost that: