Posts about books that I’m not interested in reading apparently seems to be a hot topic for me, considering I’ve already made two of these kinds of posts before. But I guess a third post of books I’ve lost interest in won’t hurt.
My tastes in just about everything are constantly changing or going around in big circles, so for me, it’s only natural that I’d lose interest in a book and then (maybe) become interested in it again sometime later. Or in some other cases, the author ends up making a complete butt out of themselves by stating awful opinions or doing horrible things, so they end up getting the chop too.
Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas – I think I’ve mentioned a million times on this blog that I just don’t have any interest in any of Sarah J. Maas’ books. I’m not interested in the Throne of Glass series, or the A Court of Thorns and Roses series or whatever it’s called, and definitely not her Catwoman book that’s coming out. I just don’t hear very many good things about her books anymore and fantasy isn’t really my favourite, to begin with.
Necronomicon by H.P. Lovecraft – Last year, I would have wanted to have a copy of this book for myself because Lovecraft was one of the most celebrated horror writers ever. Now, I don’t really want to touch his books at all because he was so horrifically racist and classist. He viewed WASPs and English people as being the most superior and described black people as “beasts”. What makes it worse is that there are people who state that Lovecraft was racist by early 20th century standards, which means he would be punched in the face and thrown in prison by today’s standards.
Superman by Matt de la Peña – The circumstances surrounding this book has really disappointed me. I was looking forward to a YA Superman book, and then the news comes out that the author is a creep. I don’t want to say too much about it because I’m sure people already know, but I will say this: Clark would not be very happy either.
Heist Society by Ally Carter – I accidentally bought the third book in this series a million years ago with the intention of buying the first two, but I ended up not doing that. Now I’m just not that interested in the series anymore. Actually, I’m not sure I was even interested in the first place.
Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher – Another book that my disinterest can be attributed to the author being a creep. Oh, joy. As well as that, the whole hype and backlash with the Netflix series really kind of killed whatever excitement I had for Thirteen Reasons Why and also conflicting opinions on whether or not the book glamourises suicide or not. Some people say that it does, others say that it doesn’t and now I don’t care enough to want to find out for myself.
Naruto by Masashi Kishimoto – If there’s one thing that I don’t have the patience for, it’s excruciatingly long series. And this is kind of a shame because Naruto is one of my favourite anime, but the manga is so long. There are 72 volumes and I have neither the money or space for all of them. Plus, I had the terrible idea to make my manga shelf one of the smallest shelves I have so I definitely don’t have space.
A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway – When I was in my first year of university, I tried to read all of Hemingway’s books and only ended up reading one of them. Why? Because it was so boring and I couldn’t be bothered to read the rest because I figured they would be just as boring. I can appreciate that Hemingway’s writing style isn’t flowery or overly descriptive, but it just feels flat at times. Plus, he was pretty misogynistic, so there’s that too.
Etiquette and Espionage by Gail Carriger – Something I’ve learnt about me in recent years is that I’m just not drawn into books with pretty dresses on the cover anymore. That and stories about special schools (magic school, assassin school, that kind of things) really kind of bore me. Oh, and I’m not overly fond of historical books anymore.
Touching Darkness by Scott Westerfeld – Scott Westerfeld is one of my favourite authors but for some reason when I read the first book in his Midnighters series a hundred years ago, it just didn’t do anything special for me and I can’t really remember why. But despite that, I still don’t have any interest in continuing on with the series, even ten years later.
Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen – I tried once with this book and found it so boring that I’ll likely never try again. Nope.