Baldur’s Gate: Bhaal must be stopped! by Philip Athans. The utterly awful novelisation of the first Baldur’s Gate game. It’s complete and utter trash, and I feel I must contain it in my apartment, lets anyone else read it.

(The second and third books are also trash, but like… marginally better.)

Ah, the Dan Brown special.

Effi Briest by Theodor Fontane. Back in school, I made it about a third of the way through before I gave up and just read the Wikipedia article instead. I returned to the book a few years ago to see if I liked it better now, and no, I don’t. It’s painfully boring and pointless.