Time for another Top Ten Tuesday, courtesy of the Broke and the Bookish!
This week’s topic is: Ten Books that Were Hard for Me to Read
1. The Deep by Nick Cutter
After the wild success of The Troop, I was really looking forward to this new novel, and the promise of some mind-bending horror. Instead, what I got was a pile of nonsense that didn’t amount to anything more than potentially sentient goo with no conclusive purpose, ending, or value. It was such a struggle to get through this – every sentence turned into a new hallucination to the point where getting through a hallway was a full chapter! Infuriating.
I really like gruesome, violent books. I love a shocking story. And true, this book had to be one of the most violent things that I have ever read, but its flippant, overly casual tone in the face of such violence totally killed its potential for me. Nothing made sense, and mass murder became as mundane as the weather. God, over a million people had to die in this book and I felt as if it was completely senseless.
This was another book that promised a very intriguing, twisted premise that excited me. It boasted of murder, suspense, thrilling mind games, regret and recklessness, and instead, delivered a bunch of oversensitive undergrad twats without enough substance to actually have value. It was one giant wankfest of egos and chips on shoulders and it fell totally flat.
4. The Uninvited by Liz Jensen
Have you read the premise for this book?
“A seven-year-old girl puts a nail gun to her grandmother’s neck and fires. An isolated incident, say the experts. The experts are wrong. Across the world, children are killing their families. Is violence contagious? ”
It sounds phenomenal! I was so ready to dig into this world of spontaneously violent children and figure out what the hell was at the bottom. Demonic possession? Spiritual disturbance? Viral contamination?
Nope. Nothing. You can even overlook Hesketh’s endless whinging about his relationship, and the awkward and completely useless sex scene, because you’re expecting so much more. As the violence increases and the connections are being made, you are growing excited… and then nothing! What?! No answers, no outcome, no causes, nothing. So frustrating. I feel as if I read half a book, and was cheated of the climax and denouement.
What is up with suspense books promising amazing story, and just not delivering!?
1. The Swarm by Frank Schätzing– This wonderful novel has the unique distinction of being the first novel I have ever DNF’d. I’m horrifically stubborn about doing so and it takes a real gem to push me away so fully that I would never consider coming back to it. It’s quite sad, because I’m really into horrible Roland Emmerich movies. They’re one of my guiltiest of pleasures. While the book held a lot of the same appeal, it leveled off at some point and the action turned to science and feelings and I was over halfway through the book and hadn’t connected with any of the characters.
2. Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro– This book is just The Island but with feelings. Lots of feelings. It was super hard to get through. I finished it by strength of will alone. By this point, after hating this book and being unable to get into any of the other’s I’d randomly pick out upon the list, I gave up on the 1000 books you should read before you die nonsense. Seriously. They’re clearly not the 1000 books I should read before I die. Not good fits.
3. Orange is the New Black: My year in a Women’s Prison by Piper Kerman- Shit no. All the heart and soul is in the show. I DNF’d this slim, useless novel somewhere around the halfway point. I don’t really like Piper in the show, but without the supporting cast and being in her prissy stuck up head (and finding the Alex Vause character is old and decidedly unattractive), I just needed to tap out. It wasn’t doing it for me. I couldn’t.
4. Twilight: New Moon by Stephanie Meyer– Uh, so what they do is just sit around and build motorcycles while whining about how Edward isn’t there? Did I catch the drift of this correctly? I have no idea how far I got into it, but nope. That boy is not that interesting to pine over that hard.
5. The Lord of the Rings by JRR Tolkien- I will be the first to admit that he needs to shut up about the goddamn trees. I just don’t give a crap anymore. Just do something. Pages of trees do not a good novel make.
6. The Eye of the World by Robert Jordan- I was actually called and uncultured swine on Tumblr for not liking this book. Thanks, tumblr, you’re a classy place full of rabid Jordan fans! I just couldn’t get into it. I can do the whole plodding travel quest, don’t get me wrong. I mean, it looks like I can’t because I couldn’t Tolkien either, but I’ve read MOST of the Redwall books and they’re in the same vein with the singing and the walking and the sassy side characters for no reason.
7. Eldest by Christopher Paolini– This is just the retarded man’s version of The Eye of The World. What the heck?
8. Soul of the Fire by Terry Goodkind– Chicken that’s not a chicken? Demon chicken? Let’s just say, that even though I’ve got the biggest lady boner ever for Mord Sith, that it was time to just stop. That was terrible.
9. Bullet by Laurell K. Hamilton- I got that far and had to just stop. I couldn’t deal with the blacking out and the child rape and the pod!characters who want her lady bits and everyone’s man pussy despite being a corrosive homophobe for the entire series up until that point. Oh, and remember that time the one strong lesbian character was suddenly straight and a competition? Yeah. With plot holes and Mary Sueness and a large stable of sexy men that I could no longer tell apart, it was time to put the Anita Blake away.
10. The Bone Season by Samantha Shannon– I was expecting to be blown away by the way it was spoken so highly of, the way it has a huge seven book deal and the way that they’re already considering a movie. I was disappointed. Nothing grabbed me. And though I finished it and I got the sample for The Mime Order, I’m just not feeling it. I’m not feeling the characters. I’m not feeling the random sex scene. I’m just not.
Carol: Hey there! Sorry for the long absence, but I’ve had a lot of college studying to do this semester, and I’m only half-done! But I’m back for this quick count of my 5 hardest to read books.
1. The Twilight Saga– Yeah. I read it. Every dang book. And they were harder with each installment. They weren’t hard because they were boring. They were hard because they’re HORRIBLE! The characters are flat (especially Bella, the walking cardboard cut-out), the plots make no sense, and the choices are so horrible that I want to rip my hair out. Not to mention the vampires and werewolves are HEINOUSLY BAD AND WRONG! That’s time in my life I’ll never get back.
2. Sense and Sensibility– I love the film. But the book was so dull, I couldn’t help but yawn every few pages. Much too hard to read.
3. The Silmarillian– While I adore Tolkien’s work, this book gave me challenges. The first portion records well, with the various legends and stories incorporated with the history of the elves, but everything after the tale of Luthien and Beren was DULL. And then the notes, compiled by Christopher Tolkien after his father’s death, made the whole end section confusing.
4. Dracula, The UnDead– I give Dacre Stoker an A for effort, but his story doesn’t compare to his ancestor’s tale. It was convoluted, drew more inspiration from film than from the original text, and had a gruesome lesbian rape scene that just turned me off. No. Hard to read, harder to get through.
5. Parade’s End- The novel is amazing in places, don’t get me wrong. I love Christopher Tetjiens and his quiet dignity, but there are so many long stretches of prose that are just completely boring to read.