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.
The Alan Rickman memoir creeped me out when the intro said “well we don’t know if he would have wanted these published.” Ew, just no.
I made it into about 100 pages of It Ends With Us before I realized I hated every single character and didn’t care what happened to them.