What book have you read that wasn’t subjectively “bad” but you regrets reading all the same?
For me, Pretty Girls by Karin Slaughter. The book was engaging and it kept me on my toes, but I just with I hadn’t “poisoned my head” with all the graphic gore that was in there. I years later i still think about this and how I really wish I had never read it.
Question inspired by a comment /u/PrincessOfWales made in another thread :)
I related to the main protagonist so little that I never actually felt bad about feeling bad. However, that also removed the main point of reading the book in an emotional sense.
The message I ended up taking was that it was about Western privilege, and the emptiness that follows, rather than depression. Even though I know it’s kind of both