As much as I convinced myself I would hate any book written by a man called Sebastian, I actually liked Birdsong and Charlotte Grey.
All misery-lit books are awful. My mum buys these. I think there must be a sector of British publishing who are secretly very ashamed of themselves for being involved with this tosh. It's voyeuristic, imo.
Tried to read that Chocolat book (again, recommended by my mum) and couldn't bear it. Fey, contrived nonsense.
Remember ploughing through Jackie Collins and Shirley Conran doorstop sized books when I was a teenager and thinking they were great (full of sex scenes, what more do you want when you are 14) - I have tried to read them as an adult and couldn't get past the first chapter - really, really badly written.