Booking Through Thursday is a weekly meme about books and reading.
Any books or authors you hate? Why? Is it the writing? The stories? The author’s personality? And—would you read their work anyway?
I don’t hate any authors per se, however there are quite a few I don’t particularly care for for one reason or another. But books on the hand — I have a few.
At the top of my list is Kathryn Stockett‘s The Help. I bought it, read it, and
hated despised it. I’m not writing Stockett off since this is her first work, but at the same time I am somewhat leery of any further writings from her. I don’t even know where to begin, so here is an excerpt of my Goodreads review.
I felt her use of broken English for her African-American characters is severely flawed. I also didn’t like that Miss Skeeter is running around acting as if she tells the stories of these black maids that they will somehow be released from servitude and treated with respect.
It’s an easy read, which is surprisingly shocking considering the time frame and topic it covers. And, I guess that’s why I was able to breeze through chapters, but yet that is another reason why I can’t finish the damn thing. The Help didn’t give me anything substantive to take away.