i kinda wanna say atomic habits. the concepts it presents are functional but it presents them in an extermly forgettable and uninteresting way.
It’s probably “Rich Dad, Poor Dad”. If you’re interested in any personal finance book, there is already nothing to learn.
“Meteor” by Dan Brown (could be a different name in the original language). It was the first time I read something that was bad. Up until then book were cool and fun and interesting. It was a puzzling experience.
Edit: it’s called “Deception Point” in the original.
I couldn’t get through the DaVinci code, it had such a weird writing style and format if I remember right
Anything by David Foster Wallace. Smug, preachy stream of consciousness garbage that is then annotated to oblivion by more stream of consciousness smug preachiness.
The third Twilight book ended by dumping everything which was built up to in a previous book out.
Sirens of titan. Well, Vonnegut in general. His stories are fine, probably ground breaking for the time in the sense of exploration, but the characters have no depth. It’s like reading a book about npcs. Then there’s the misogyny. Women are simply livestock kept around for breeding in this one, worse than an afterthought.
I don’t think it’s valuable to read even from a historical standpoint. Wiki synopsis would be suggested.
Revelation Space by Alastair Reynolds. I am usually a huge SciFi fan, but I like the genre for it’s ability to reflect on humanity by extrapolating on current technologies/trends or comparing our culture to unique alien ones.
Revelation Space was technobabble and descriptions of weapons for pages upon pages, and it was totally devoid of any philosophy or reflection on humanity. I never DNF a book, but this one I almost gave up on.
Alone with you in the ether. Both characters just bothered me with their weird ways of thinking. Could not relate to either of them
Z for Zachariah. I read it when I was like 15 for school. Man I remeber feeling the book is like a farming manual when they tried to survive after the nuclear war. The older man trying to rape the other 16 year old girl survivor also made me super uncomfortable. Maybe it would be better if I read it now. I just remeber it being a drag.
A fan translation of the Redo of Healer light novel.
If you know you know.
I finished Battlefield Earth.
The thing is, I remember enjoying it. I mean, it wasn’t literature, but it was a lot of dumb fun.
The author - whose searchable name will not appear here - was once good at writing absolute trash. And fiction too.
Irony: when we lost everything in house fire, I’d borrowed a hard-cover copy of that famous nonfiction work, and then couldn’t return it. I paid SO much to have it replaced with a good hard-cover copy that I must be on some watchlist now.
Bill McKibben’s Enough is on my shelf purely so I can flip through it and get mad. A dense little paperback on how technology and progress should just stop. Not even return-with-a-v to some imagined utopia, like Ted Koweveritspelled. Straight-up ‘change might be bad, so let stop right here, the moment this book is published.’ Pushed with such flimsy arguments that my copy is about half post-it notes, by weight, from the month I read it for a philosophy class. They stop halfway. I just didn’t consider rebuttal necessary past a certain point. You don’t have to eat the whole turd to know it’s not a crabcake.
The sookie stackhouse books that got turned into true blood have such a fun premise but are appallingly written. A friend and I used to play the audiobooks at parties for laughs.