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.
Scurvy: The Disease of Discovery by Jonathan Lamb. I think I got to the second chapter.
Here’s the review I left on Amazon:
This book is TEDIOUS AS HELL. Look, I love nonfiction. I love reading about weird, niche interests. I like literary peeks into history. This book sucks for any of that. The author is more concerned with his meandering vomitus of facts and quotes, than in any sort of cohesiveness, much less entertainment. When he actually discusses scurvy- its physical and mental effects, the experience of having it and being abroad, etc.- it’s interesting. Unfortunately those moments are few and far between.