My partner asked me what books I wanted for Christmas. I figured now was as good a time as any to get started on The Death Collection of Discworld.
She’s picked me up a beautiful hardback edition of Mort.
My partner asked me what books I wanted for Christmas. I figured now was as good a time as any to get started on The Death Collection of Discworld.
She’s picked me up a beautiful hardback edition of Mort.
I love this perspective.
My book club friends frequently ask me why I don’t donate the physical copies of books I dislike or even hate. The way I see it, a bookshelf full of only books I love isn’t as interesting as a bookshelf full of books I have a range of opinions on.
I keep every book I read, this year, I have 2 books that fit your description:
Both are just absolute messes of fiction. Poorly thought out and paced plots, terrible characters, and all of the nuance of a brick through a window. Both were book club picks, and whilst I hated every second of reading them, tearing them apart in the meeting was very cathartic.