Hello bookish friends!
Since it’s the fifth of November, I thought it appropriate to talk about some of the books that have frustrated me to the point that they deserve no better end than the fire. I rarely get so annoyed by books, but when I do, boy do I!
The End of Mr. Y by Scarlett Thomas
This book was my first ever DNF. It’s a 500(ish) page book and I had less than 80 pages to go but I just couldn’t force myself to read another word. The plot was so far-fetched and ridiculous and, honestly, kind of up itself. The main character was very pretentious and it felt like the author was just using this book to show off all their knowledge. Also, this contained possibly the worst case of instalove I’ve ever come across. I hate that I wasted so much time on such a ridiculous book. And you know what the funniest thing is? The author teaches Creative Writing at the uni I went to for my undergraduate! I’m not sure if she’s still there but, wow – teaching students how to write? The irony!
Candy by Kevin Brooks
This book was an immediate DNF for me. I talked about this book recently, in my unhaul. It was horribly racist. It used, twice, the ‘scary Black man’ stereotype. The following quote is what made me want to throw this book into the fiery pits of Hell:
“The big black guy who sat down between us had the emptiest eyes I’ve ever seen – empty of feeling, empty of heart, empty of everything but himself. […] His face was a death mask.”
The main character thinks this literally as soon as he sees him and, honestly, there just aren’t any words. This is disgusting and I can’t believe this pitiful excuse for a book got published. BURN IT.
Lobsters by Tom Ellen & Lucy Ivison
I read this book over a year ago and it still boils my blood thinking about it. It contained horribly amisic language (offensive to both aros and aces) and called people who hadn’t had sex by the time they were 18 “some kind of freak,” amongst other things. If you’ve grown up ace, chances are you’ve probably grown up feeling broken and like there’s something wrong with you. Bullshit books like this make you feel even shittier about your existence. So I would definitely take great pleasure in burning this arsehole book. Page. By. Bloody. Page.
I actually wrote a review on this one (gasp!) if you want to know more of my in-depth thoughts. It’s a little outdated in the style I use nowadays, but goes into more specific detail, using quotes.
Me Before You by Jojo Moyes
This has to be one of the biggest disappointments I’ve ever read. First of all, this book is ableist and it really annoys me that no one had really mentioned that in their reviews before I bought it. I kept reading it to try to find out why people loved it so much and, honestly, I still have no clue. It’s the most predictable story. Everything was so obvious, I don’t get how people could actually be surprised by the ending. I also really, really disliked the main character. I hated how she believed that ‘love could conquer all’ and nothing else mattered. That’s not how life works. Also, that’s not how depression works. Which is another thing that annoyed me! Depression was completely glossed over. It was rarely considered by any of the characters. This book failed on so many levels – I really don’t get why it’s so popular. Each to their own, I guess!
Rivers of London by Ben Aaronovitch
I’ve temporarily DNF’d this book after reading 12 pages a couple of weeks ago. In those 12 pages, there were 4 instances of misogyny. And, I mean, shit got real creepy, real quick. First of all, the main character fancies his co-worker. But it’s not just that he fancies her, it’s the language he uses to describe her. He refers to her as “angel” and wishes he could wake up next to her which is creepy at the best of times but when you’re co-workers? Nope. Don’t ever think that way about your colleagues. Ever. It’s disgusting. Also, he has a poster of Estelle on his wall?? If you’re a teenager, okay, this is sort of understandable. But he’s a grown-ass man! Again, so very creepy. Then I finally decided to give up when he was thinking about how he’d never let his daughter marry someone with a certain occupation (I can’t remember for sure which one now – I’ve already returned the book to the library), which just sums up his general feelings about women really. He sees them as things he can control, that exist purely to please him. And all of this is contained in just 12 pages. 12!! It’s such a shame because I’ve been looking forward to this series for so long and I’m just so bitterly disappointed. To the point where I might end up forgetting about what annoyed me and picking it up again in a couple years’ time. I just really wanted to like it.
Thanks for sticking with me in this post! I know I’ve ranted and let out quite a lot of feelings but I feel like this exercise was quite therapeutic and I feel tons better!! What are some books you’d like to cast in the fire?