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.
Almost any time I start to say, “it’s interesting,” or “that’s actually interesting,” or similar in conversation it’s like my subconscious has warned people (and me now that I know I do it,) that I’m about to say something that’s interesting to almost nobody but me!
Lol my husband gets this deer in headlights look sometimes when I start 9n a tangent about something