For the first time since high school, when I suffered through Watership Down in the name of a good grade, I finished a book that I absolutely did not like. At all. I think I can safely say I hated it. Yep. That strong ... hate. I knew from the moment that green baby Elphaba bit off someone's finger that I wouldn't like the book. I don't even care to take time to tell you all the other things I did not like about it. I usually quickly put books aside that don't appeal to me so early on in the story. I persevered only because I have theater tickets in London; it was my penance for insisting on the best seats in the house. Don't ask me to explain that logic...that's just how I roll.
What was the last book you finished that you didn't particularly like? Why did you do that?