I have two. The Ritual and Drowning.
The Ritual is pure smut. 61 chapters and every one contains a graphic, demeaning sex scene. I’m convinced the author was an adult film screenwriter and decided to try their hand at writing a novel. There isn’t a single likable character in this book.
Drowning isn’t a great work of literature. I felt that the characters were very two-dimensional. I hated how naive the author made the protagonist. It made me have a lack of sympathy for her. The ending was series finale of Dexter bad.
The Hitman’s Guide to Housecleaning. I was expecting a thriller about a hitman having to clean houses, or cleaning up a messy situation metaphorically, or something along those lines. What I got was mostly just a fat old guy whining about everything and somehow being popular with women despite being an awful and unattractive person, also kind of a story about Christianity kind of redeeming a person, but it wanted to not actually accept that that wad the story it was telling so it made the MC cynical and disbelieving every step of the way, even though that is kind of what ended up happening.
The title of the book was a throwaway joke, because the hitman cleans up the messy house of the girl he briefly stays with while on the run, also he convinces her to sleep with him and break up with her fiance even though he was literally a fat old man on the run from both A) the law and B) the criminal organization he worked for.
It was just very unsatisfying and felt kind of pointless.
I also read another book I really didn’t care for but it was an indie self pub about marginalized people, and so even though I thought it was pointless and kinda boring I won’t name it because I don’t want to shit on a struggling self pub indie person. But seriously, Authors, please let stuff happen in your books. Make things matter, please.