Today is Day 5 of Parajunkee’s Book Blogger New Year’s Challenge. And today and tomorrow’s posts are going to be the toughest yet.
Because I’m not someone who can choose just one. Because I am a total chicken… but it’s more that I already feel bad for the book I might consider to be the worst and guilty for all the books I don’t choose to be the best.
I’m that crazy girl that feels bad for this little creamer…
…and this otherwise forsaken lamp.
Yeah… Exactly… So these posts for the next two days of the challenge have been torturous.
For those of you who might want to participate but haven’t yet heard about this challenge, just click on the link above for more details. But here is the schedule of posts…
Day Two – YOUR PROS & CONS OF BLOGGING LIST
Day Three – THE BOOKS OF 2013 YOU ARE SAD YOU MISSED
Day Four – THE BOOKS OF 2014 YOU WON’T MISS
Day Five – WORST BOOK OF 2013
Day Six – BEST BOOK OF 2013
Day Seven – TOP TEN BOOK BLOGGER PET PEEVES
Day Eight – YOUR FAVORITE BOOK BLOGGER MOMENT
Day Nine – CONS OR EVENTS YOU HOPE TO ATTEND
Day Ten – NEW THINGS YOU WILL BE DOING THIS YEAR
Day Eleven – TBR SHELF: HOW MANY?
Day Twelve – HOW DO YOU PLAN ON GETTING MORE FOLLOWERS THIS YEAR?
Day Thirteen – SHARE A BLOGGER HORROR STORY
Day Fourteen – BLOGGING WISH LIST OF 2014
Worst Book of 2013
I warned you. If the videos above weren’t enough to tell the tale, let me explain further. I’m someone who feels intense guilt over breaking, throwing away, or bad-mouthing inanimate objects. I have absolutely no qualms about letting the expletives fly toward someone who cuts me off in traffic. But to say a mean thing about a poor defenseless book? To call one book out as being the worst of the worst? I just can’t do it. I’m overwhelmed by guilt just thinking about it.
Another issue I struggle with is deciding what’s best or worst. I’m the type of reader who might think the book I’m currently reading is the best. And for me, in that moment, it’s true. But then I discover a new book and that book is the best. I tend to love the book I’m with, and when I find a new book, I love that one the most. The same can be said for books I dislike. In that moment of sheer hatred I might think there can be no worse. And yet another one comes along I hate a bit more.
Which shouldn’t be a problem as this is for a set period of time. I should be able to analyze all the books I read in 2013 and deem one the best and one the worst. But while there may be a few that rise above or sink below, my most favorites are often tied for the best and my least favorites are tied for the worst.
Which doesn’t answer this question.
Which appears very much as if I’m stalling.
Which is only partly true.
Because there was a book that I read part of this past year, and I had to set it aside as I just couldn’t read on. I even picked it back up again later and trudged through a bit more, but it just didn’t work out for me.
I couldn’t find any merit in it. The main character was flat, unbelievable, juvenile. The story was cliched without any of the fun, campy, silly things that make cliched plots likable. And there were so many inconsistencies, outright eye-rolling character traits, dialogue missteps and weak plot points, that I just couldn’t work my way through it.
I passionately disliked this book to the point where I couldn’t even find one nice thing to say about the portion I read and wondered, vehemently, how it could have been published. So I went to Goodreads to check out the reviews to see if perhaps maybe there was something I was missing.
And there were so many positive reviews. So many readers who loved the book, thought it original, thought it delightful and addictive, surprising, amazing.
It made me wonder if the beginning of the book I had was somehow tampered with and I was reading a different book. I do read eBooks after all, and it’s possible I got a hold of a flawed copy. As there were so many gushing reviews I figured I’d try to investigate this disparity at some point. But that hasn’t happened quite yet.
I still can’t get over my feelings of anger toward this book enough to see if my anger was misplaced. Until I do, however, I don’t want to unleash my vitriol on it, because that would be unfair. Further, as I didn’t read it from beginning to end, I can’t with certainty state whether the book read in its entirety was as bad as the portion I’d read.
I rarely take the time to read books that drive me insane. I’d done it twice in the early days of blogging and it resulted in a thrown Kindle and a number of snarky emails to friends and family. I vowed then and there to never push myself to finish something I just couldn’t stand.
And while there were a total of five books I read beyond the ten page mark since then, I never forced myself to read beyond the halfway mark if I just couldn’t stand a particular book. Which is why I don’t feel comfortable outing this book that I very much didn’t like.
Though I’m happy to share some of the reasons why it was a “worst” book for me.
1. Unbelievable/unrealistic dialogue for the character’s age/situation.
2. Unrealistic/unbelievable responses to things that happened – blushing, giggling.
3. Unrealistic/unbelievable actions taken – completely out of character.
4. Unrealistic/unbelievable, inconsistent parental response to actions taken by main character.
5. Creepy/stalker-y behavior by main character.
6. Overly simplistic dialogue, explanations, narrative, descriptions.
7. Inconsistent timeline of events – Did a day pass? A week? Two weeks?
8. Missing time, gaps in the timeline – Wait, when did that happen? Oh.. well… if that happened, then where’s the explanation for the radical change in the character? AND That stuff might have been kind of interesting to know about since it seemed kind of important… hmmm….
9. Sexy? Steamy hot? – Um, maybe… if holding hands and glares count as H.O.T. then… okay?
Of course, the character could have matured, the major skips in the plot could have felt less important as the story progressed, things could have heated up to the point of sizzling. And while I may not have love, love, loved the book it might have not been deemed my least favorite if I’d read it through to the end. Or it could have gotten worse.
So… after this really long rambling post in which I tease with a less than favorite partial read, I just have to add that of the books I read in their entirety in 2013 there is no book I could call “the worst.”
Sorry! I kind of suck. And I probably suck even more so because, no, I’m not going to reveal which book this is.
I am a total FAIL with today’s topic. I actually spent 2013 reading only books I enjoyed. While I had three DNF books in 2013 that went beyond the 10 page “set aside for later mark,” only one was a book I really couldn’t stomach.
But what about you?
Would you consider your least favorite book a book you DNF’ed? Or do you fight your feelings of frustration, anger and amazement in order to choke your way through a less than enjoyable read?
Are you comfortable outing a book as the worst of the worst? Even if it’s a book you didn’t read in full?
If you are a braver soul than I, or one who doesn’t feel guilty about saying a book has no merit whatsoever, which book of 2013 was your least favorite?
Which book do you think is just THE WORST?