You wanted to read the book, you were excited to crack it open, you came into it with good faith and anticipation… but you ended up dnf-ing it. Which book and why?
Mine was The Maid by Nita Prose. It was for my book club and looked like a fun murder mystery. Instead I got instant manic-pixie-dream-neurodivergent-girl vibes, and I noped out before the crime scene was even found.
McCarthy’s belief was that you didn’t have to use quotation marks as long as you made it clear who was talking.
He was plain awful at making it clear who was talking. (Read and loved The Road; decided No Country for Old Men couldn’t possibly be worth the bother.)