Given the amount of reading I do, I am extremely thankful that I end up reading mostly really good books. There are always a few that leave me with a bit of a "meh" feeling, but by and large there aren't too many that have made me regret ever having read them.
Still, there are some that are just so awful that I don't know quite what to do with them. And after I'm done, I find myself in an even more precarious predicament—I don't want them on my bookshelf, nor do I want to give them away, lest ...
Published on November 21, 2011 03:00