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.
LoL. And foolish young me bought his decology Mission Earth, although I got it from a Book Club where you could get like 12 books for a penny so long as you bought 5 more over the next three years. The first wasn’t bad, the second quickly re-inforced my understanding of what the word ‘formulaic’ meant in regards to literature.
By the 10th book I was furious at myself for not having the ability to stop reading it, it was so awful, but I kept going under the illusion he might wrap it up in a reasonably worthwhile bow.
He did not.