You ever read a book and get to a point that you realize that the asinine plot, stupid characters, utter lack of any cohesiveness or sense and assorted other problems with the so-called storyline are actually draining IQ out of you with every page? I'm so there.
When I was younger, I used to consider it a point of pride that no matter how much I disliked it, I would power through and finish the book I'd started. Some time ago, I asked myself why I was subjecting myself to such unnecessary torment. Self had no idea either so we, um, I stopped.
I have to confess that I (normally) thoroughly enjoy what I call "brain candy books." It's light fiction, beach read sort of stuff - and a lot of it is extremely well written. On a lovely Sunday, with a pot of coffee and no cares, I can rip through 3 or 4 of them.
I knew I was in trouble with this one before the end of the second chapter. Then I skipped to the end and it was utterly absurd, and so were the two spot checks in the middle. *sigh* I must remember to not buy any more from this author - now that I'm reading this one, I remember that the last one was drivel too. How do these people get published anyway?
I'm going to go read something by John Sandford and clean out my brain.