what not to read

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my best friend lives abroad. she recently facebooked me to say she 'needed' me to read the bride stripped bare. i couldn't believe how awful it was. it turns out she needed me to read it so that we could agree on how dreadful it is.
has anyone else tricked you like this? or did you enjoy this book? it appears i still need to talk about it!

i managed approx 4 pages of the labyrinthe. dull, dull, dull.

8th something by James Patterson, it's dreadful
anything by chelsea cain
anything by tami hoag

i've read jp and th in desperation whilst staying at my mum's. not as bad as the bride stripped bare.

I buy and read most James Patterson books, this one was bad!!
Tami Hoag - I think I started with a very bad book by chance, there were some ghosts and a lot of bad sex (when the characters were talking to each other). I did try reading another one which was slightly better but too dull - I gave up.

i didn't take note of titles, but i do remember there was an awful lot of exposition in the tami hoag eg 'the detective protagonist grasped his pathologist twin brother by the wrist when he arrived on the crime scene and growled 'it's good to see you again two years after the mysterious death of our father'

or something like that

lol

I just remember it being something like this:

Main character meets love interest, has sex. They fight and don't speak. Somehow they make up. They have sex, followed by another fight and then don't speak....etc etc. With a bit of screaming at the spooky ghosts in between.

8th confession was the JP one, i remember

anyway, someone read the bride stripped bare. it's awful! it has sex in it...

go on then i'll give it a go

I really want someone to read a book I reaD ON holiday because it was so awful. And even worse, it won the booke r prize in '74. I felt so deceived.

I did not liek labyrinthe either. Had to give up.

go on then pointy, what was it?

Holiday by stanley middleton, who has written millions of books and I'd never heard of him.

Well, I won't be picking up any more of his. My lord, it was painful and pretentious.

I thought it would be good holiday reading

sorry, even the tritle has bored me

I soldiered on and finished Kate Mosse's Labrynth

I will never get those hours of my life back.......

A book by Monica Ali - the Brick Lane woman - called The Kitchen. Slow, ponderous, dull characters that you care not a jot about, whole pages stuffed with 'literary/academic' techniques that scream of A Level English lit classes that we used to put in to impress teach. Friend next door went to school with her. Very bright woman apaprently. Just hides it well in this production.

Captain Corelli and his fucking ukelele. I think I managed 10 pages of utterly boring tripe.
Those unreadable SHopaholic books (the absoulte worst of chicklit).

Hmmmm. What persuaded you?

but Monica could spell apparently though. Apparently.

I loved Capt. Corelli and his mandolin - esp. the accounts of the fears and privations involved in the war.

A colleague of mine moved and had a long commute, so asked to borrow loads of books to pass the time on the journey.

I took grear pleasure in slipping Paul Auster's New York Trilogy on to the pile, and, later, watching his face as he tried to be polite when I asked him what he thought of it. He looked pretty relived when I said I thought it a pile o' shite and had lent it to him for a laugh.