Top 10 Tuesday is a weekly feature of The Broke and the Bookish. A full list of instructions and future themes can be found here. This week’s theme is Top Ten Tuesday Freebie! Pick your own topic! I’m going with ten of my DNFs.
1. Uncle Tom’s Cabin, by Harriet Beecher Stowe. I don’t even think I made it to page 100. It moved slow as molasses in January, and didn’t have scintillating writing or knockout characters to compensate. The slave vernacular was almost unreadable, Mrs. Stowe talks to her readers like we all share her religious persuasions, and the characters were such over the top, one-dimensional stereotypes.
2. Scarlett, by Alexandra Ripley. Absolutely terrible sequel to Gone with the Wind. It’s not that Ms. Ripley is a bad writer, but that she wasn’t the right person to continue Scarlett and Rhett’s story so many decades later. I quit reading while Scarlett was still in the South, and skipped ahead to read stuff here and there. Everyone acts so out of character, and the storylines are just ridiculous. I’m not even touching Rhett Butler’s People or The Wind Done Gone, and probably should stay away from Ruth’s Journey when it releases this fall.
3. Foundation, by Isaac Asimov. I’ve loved Mr. Asimov since I discovered him in fifth grade, but I couldn’t finish this particular book. So damn dry and uninvolving. It’s just a bunch of talking heads discussing politics, and only one recurring character, Hari Seldon. Hari appears near the end of each Part to say, “If my calculations were correct, there was a 97.566555% chance that what just happened would happen.” Only Part IV, where the priests on Anacreon revolt, was fast-paced and lively. But hey, he was only 21 when this was written, and developed into a much better writer.
4. Das Kapital, by Karl Marx. Beyond dry. I made it up to page 80 the second time I attempted reading it.
5. Bright Young Things, by Anna Godbersen. I picked this up after reading a great review on an agent’s blog, but was quickly disappointed, after a great first few chapters. No real story arc took shape, the characters weren’t particularly likable or engaging, and I hate the trend of bopping around among each main character, one chapter at a time. God forbid a modern writer use third-person omniscient! The writing is also ridiculous, with pointless long descriptions of clothes, furniture, and food. The Victorians called, and they want their writing style back.
6. Ingénue, by Jillian Larkin. I enjoyed Vixen, even if it wasn’t exactly 5-star writing, but the follow-up failed to hook me in any way. It was just boring, not to mention awkwardly tries to play both YA and adult. These young women would’ve been considered adults by 1923 standards, at 18 and away from home, in very adult, mature situations. I also hated the bopping back and forth between POV characters.
7. Eyes of the Emperor, by Graham Salisbury. I made the mistake of picking this as my other book for the historical unit in my YA Lit class. It’s a sad day when a book set during WWII fails to be a page-turner I finish in a day or two. The chapters and scenes were ridiculously short, the book was way too short for a historical, and it really didn’t belong in first-person. It’s a shame, since there are relatively few WWII novels from a Japanese-American POV. Most of what’s out there is non-fiction.
8. The Book Thief, by Markus Zusak. I freaking HATED this book! Just thinking about the smug, gimmicky narrator with his constant parade of spoilers and obscene language passed off as cute, funny, charming terms of endearment makes me want to punch him in the face!
9. Joy in the Morning, by Betty Smith. I also hated this book, and had particular loathing for Annie’s controlling, God complex, patronising OB. I wanted to strangle so many people in this book so many times—the controlling, chauvinistic, red flag-dripping Carl; the passive, self-hating Annie; their hateful, slut-shaming mothers; and of course Dr. Mason. “We want a small baby.” “Your breastmilk isn’t nutritious enough, but I’m giving you no evidence beyond my say-so.” “You have a small pelvis, based on the fact that you were forced flat on your back and very stressed when I first saw it.” “Put your feet in the stirrups. What a good girl! Slide down to the bottom of the table. That’s such a good girl!” I felt so violated when I read the pelvic exam scene! And then Annie made her forced enema in hospital into some creepy LOL moment and took on the language of her oppressor. “That’s the worst indignity of all!”
10. Ship Breaker, by Paolo Bacigalupi. This was the required sci-fi/fantasy book in my YA Lit class, but it was so boring and uninvolving. I read enough, then skimmed the rest and looked at reviews online. At least I give it credit for being a fairly original post-apocalyptic book.