Oh boy. We’re getting into dangerous, rant-like territory here, so I hope your hats are tuck tight on your heads.
Thanks to Shanah @ Bionic Book Worm for fueling my passionate rants today. Couldn’t have done it without you!
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
I’ve written an entire post as to why this book is the worst book. There are many others who share my opinion, but they’re all drowned out by the rest of the world proclaiming that this book is equivalent to the second coming of Jesus. This terribly-written book doesn’t deserve another sentence of my time, so please refer to the rant linked above as to why I detest this garbage fire of a “novel.”
Artemis by Andy Weir
I had such, such, such high hopes for this book that were squashed within the first ten pages. His female character is so terribly written I had to force myself to finish reading the book. And don’t pull that, “If she was male you would’ve been fine with her behavior!” stuff, because no, I absolutely wouldn’t. He not only wrote a bad character, but he wrote a bad female character, which reads like he’s never interacted with a girl in his life. The ending was absolutely infuriating, and if my Kindle wasn’t expensive I would’ve thrown it across the room in frustration. As it was, I just threw it on the couch and went for a walk to cool myself down. If you want to read more of this angry rant, please refer to my review of this book.
Illuminae by Jay Kristoff and Amy Kaufman
I feel like all you’re going to get are angry rants, because this is the third book and it’s the third rant so far. Illuminae was one of those books that had nearly everything going for it — and then the main characters showed up. I loved the way it was written, and I loved the way it was presented…but the main male character was a moron, and the main female character was the most infuriating idiot I’ve ever come across in my life, second only to Jazz from Artemis. I had to force myself to finish the book (my favorite character was the computer system; at least he was well-written!) and when I was done, I ranted angrily to my mother for a few minutes before she took the book away and put it next to her purse so she could take it back to the library the next morning. You can read my full review of this book here. But safe to say, this book made me so angry that I will never, ever touch the sequels and I am so glad I didn’t spend any money on it. It looked so cool and all the bloggers loved it, but the main characters were so awful it was a literal pain to read.
Looking for Alaska by John Green
Everybody’s a stereotype, there’s nothing new and exciting in the book to make it worthy of being deemed something “new and exciting,” and the main character is so bland. You can tell what’s going to happen from the very first page, and John Green is not an engaging writer at all. His stories follow very predictable turns, and there’s never any suspense. I may have cut this a little harsh, but I can’t take John Green novels seriously because they’re all so cliche and trite that they don’t break any new ground that hasn’t already been covered by thousands of other romance novels. It was such a slog getting through this novel that I can’t bring myself to even attempt a look at any of his other writings. I don’t have a fancy link to a rant about this book here, but I’ll gladly direct you to somebody’s else’s.
Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher
I remember reading this book in 2010, when I was a junior in high school. It had been out for a few years by then, but nobody had really read it or was talking about it. I ended up borrowing a friend’s Kindle for an evening so I could finish it. I remember being…less than impressed. Now that I’m older, and I’ve gone through several severely depressive episodes of my own, along with being a survivor of something myself, I know what’s been bothering me about this book for the longest time. It glamorizes suicide, with the whole “When I’m dead, they’ll be sorry” trope running through it. That could be enough to push someone over the edge. For someone who is severely depressed and can’t see a way through it, reading this could just be the trigger they were looking for to justify everything. People say that it’s a book about helping those around them, but I can’t see it. I know there are a few reviewers who agree with me, but the vast majority hold the book up as some sort of beautiful anti-bullying themed wonderland. I don’t have a longer rant for you, but please read this review by Beth on GoodReads, because she gets the points across so well.
I could feel the anger clawing up inside me as I was writing this post. Maybe someday I’ll take to doing rants about particular things again, but for now, I’m simply going to stick to shouting my opinions really loudly from the safety of my T5T posts.
Do you have anything to add about any of these books? Did I happen to list your favorite book? What else would you add to this list? Let me know in the comments!
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