I was reading Briar Club by Kate Quinn and it has pretty good reviews everywhere. It seemed like a fun read, but the one chapter takes place in 1950 and a character mentions baking in Celsius and I can’t get over that they didn’t use Celsius until 1965. And it was called Centigrade anyway. It bothered me so much I had to look it up and now I don’t want to finish the book. I can’t stop thinking that it wasn’t that hard for her to check that detail.
So anywho, what’s the dumb/silly reason you stopped reading a book?
by Nerdybirdie86
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A character was always described as tapping her finger on her chin. Drove me bananas, so simply quit reading.
Ive had a few books that I really enjoyed until they (the author) just kinda started making stuff happen.
Like, i get that stuff needs to happen in a story for it to progress, but when you are just jumping from “hey, look at me do this thing thats super cool and important and has huge ramifications!” To “oh shoot, how I’m in danger from this other thing and we didn’t even go over the consequences of the last thing and its never brought up again!” I just cant stand it.
TBF I’ve read some real crap and gotten through almost anything.
DNF Vigdis Hjorth’s If Only. It’s about this happily married woman with kids who decides to have an affair with a loser who just wants no strings attached sex and then loses her fucking mind over him. I got to page 100 where she had finally broken things off for a better man and then she met him again and I was like “Oh God, I can’t do this” and gave up.
I HATE books like this. And there are a lot of them, usually autobiographical, written by European woman, who are like “I can’t believe I wasted my time on this total loser but I was possessed! Sexually possessed!” and I’m like I can’t believe it either but not only that I don’t want to read about it either. Sorry you like mediocre men.