I am almost done reading Lady MacBethad by Isabelle Schuler. While it was initially a thrilling read, I am now almost actively rooting against the main character. Like literally going "haha sucks to be you!" at the book once or twice lol.
I am probably just gonna read the original Shakespeare play cause the real Lady MacBeth cannot possibly have been as insufferable as this MC. I mean, I know she is evil, but at least she is hopefully competent and interesting, and not a vapid idiot.
by EmpressPlotina
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The Reality Dysfunction by Peter F Hamilton
I was quite engaged with it, but within the first 200 pages, the main protagonist had gotten it on with like, 5 or 6 sexy women, and it was a significant part of the storyline how good he was at sex. I just felt like I was reading the author’s self-insert fanfic
This is the reason I couldn’t get into Notes From Underground by Dostoevsky. I couldn’t deal with the MC’s complaining.
That was “The Name of the Wind” for me. I disliked the main character so much that I had to stop reading 🥲
Nightbitch.
It was interesting for me as a concept but then >! she graphically and gleefully killed the cat !< and I just couldn’t sympathise anymore.
I understand why and it’s part of the character but it was too grim for me to carry on and read through her nonsensical monologues and pretend to care.