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.
I was on a high school fencing team, and I took it seriously. Three pages into Catcher in the Rye that jackass Holden had the fucking gall to complain about everyone being mad at him for losing all their fencing gear. I was so mad I stopped reading and never went back.