Twilight- read the first 2 chapters and was like, wow. This is extremely boring.
And Life Of Pi by Yann Martel. I could not get in to it. I had to read it in grade 11 for English class but ended up reading a summary on it (which is what everyone else in my group did) to be able to do the project. It is one of my sister's favourite books though, so maybe now that I'm a couple years older I would understand it more.
Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett - uggghhhhh :S 1000 pgs about the architecture of a church.
UGH YES. Absolutely HORRIBLE. I just feel bad that I allowed it to waste so many hours of my time.
Also, Villette by Charlotte Bronte. Every single great thing that Jane Eyre had, this was missing... it sure wasnt short on tedious existentialism though. Lord...
Another notable one: The Thorn Birds by Colleen McCollough . It was hugely melodramatic, often verging on hilarious parody, and it focused on the ridiculous badly told story elements, while seemingly totally abandoning the elements that held any potential at all. She was feeling around in the dark with this one.
Also, 100 Years of Solitude. I think I actually got halfway through, but I felt like it was dragging and confusing and just didn't really care for anything happening.
You're better than me, I could only do 75 pgs of Love In The Time Of Cholera before I figured out that my consistently foul mood could be attributed to my attempts at this book.
Oh boy, Gabriel García Márquez.. I don't mean to offend anyone, this guy is considered some sort of "genius" after all... but his books are unbearable. Maybe it's the translation, but he doesn't follow a chronological thread, is tangential to an extreme, and the story is just weeeeeeeighed dooooooooown by all the "lyricism". So heavy handed, yikes.
For Whom the Bell Tolls.... I think I got about 50 pages in & then got distracted... I've never picked it up again to finish it.
OMG, this reminds me!
Hands down the most infuriatingly pointless book I've ever attempted: The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway.
I quite literally threw it across the room. It is nothing more than a log of the routine of purposeless, lazy drunks who treat each other like s**t, they just happen to live in some nice European cities. And by nothing..... I mean that my head was spinning at the sheer repetitive nature of the hideously mundane details. EH should be ashamed of himself. It will take a miracle for me to give him another chance.
Location: the right place at the right time (^(oo)^)
Let me preface this by saying that I will pretty much read anything you put in front of me. Even if it's boring, poorly written and completely nonsensical, I will read it. I even read the little warranty cards that come with electronics.
In my entire life, I have encountered only 2 books that I could not finish because they just caused complete brain shutdown. Both were gifts. I attempted the first one in the summer of 2001, and the second in the winter of 2005. I don't know how I never made this connection before . . . but both books are by the same author!
At least it shows I have very consistent taste, I suppose (^(oo)^)v
Anyway, the author is Jhumpa Lahiri, and I was completely incapable of finishing either The Namesake or Interpreter of Maladies, despite the critical acclaim accorded to both.
Off to add Lahiri to the Authors You Do Not Like thread now (^(oo)^)