The Giant Gila Monster
I’ll be honest — I’m not terribly hard to entertain. Just look at my Netflix history sometime, and you’ll see I watch damn near anything. And the same theory sort of holds for books. I estimate I’ve enjoyed about 95% of what I’ve read so far in my life, and I’ve read a lot.
Even with a book that wasn’t that great, I’ll usually find something to like about it — the writer’s voice, a fun secondary character, an interesting premise (even if it could have been executed much better).
But that last 5%? Those books, I just flat-out hated. Some were ones assigned to me back in school, and there’s the odd one I picked up at the bookstore thinking it would be good, but if I didn’t like it, I didn’t like anything about it.
So here’s my question for the day — ever come across a book so bad it’s good? It happens all the time in film (such as, say, the title of this post). Mystery Science Theater 3000 did about two hundred seasons on that very premise. But books. . . well, if a “so bad it’s good” book exists, I haven’t found it yet.