Sometimes I get like this when I read a terrible book. To be honest it doesn't occur that often so maybe that is why the emotion is so strong when it does conquer me. My obsession with tote bags has brought me to this though, because how could I ever resist the promotion "buy 3 of our young adult books and get a free tote"??
If I had been a highschooler, instead of just looking like one, maybe (maybe!) I would've liked John Green's books more. The first novel by him which I read was "The fault in our stars". It wasn't extraordinary, but it was cute and a tad teary, though that manifested solely deep down inside of me. Then came "Looking for Alaska" and I thought to myself that it has to be written like that (unconvincing plot and characters etc) since it's targeted at teens. But then... came the novel "An abundance of Katherines" and I'm already Plainly put it is boring, the characters are not interesting, the dialogue is poor and half way through it I'm about to downright toss it into a garbage can. No offense to the author. He still holds my respect for actually making up novels (unlike yours truly, yes).
To end this on a more positive note, today I read a novel by Danilo Kis called "Early sorrows". It's not a life altering book, it's not something that I would recommend wholeheartedly to anyone, but it has left a sweet after taste at least. I can't even tell you what it was about because there were a multitude of small chapters with a slight surreal feel to them, but if you want to feel good about yourself for finishing a book in a day (i.e. in a few hours) go for this one. It has that lyrical feel to the prose. This book or pretty much anything by Martin Page, though my recommendation in his case would be "La libellule de ses huit ans".
Wish you all a lovely weekend. Mine should be so since rain has been announced. Besides, the wind has changed, it's almost autumn