The older I get, the less I want to waste time on books I'm not enjoying. (Now if I could just apply that logic to a certain TV show that I am obsessively watching online. Well, I guess I'm enjoying that. Wasting time, yes, but enjoying it!)
The Constant Gardener by John le Carre
This is well-written and has a fascinating setting, but about halfway through I realized that I didn't give a flying crap what happened to the characters, so I put it down.
No! I Don't Want to Join a Book Club: Diary of a Sixtieth Year by Virginia Ironside
Mildly entertaining, but the narrator's cavalier attitude about her three past abortions bugged me too much.
Just Like Heaven or If Only It Were True by Marc Levy
I really like the movie Just Like Heaven, so I thought it would be fun to read the novel on which it was based--I'd heard that it was pretty different from the movie and I was curious. But this book would make a perfect anti-textbook for a creative writing class; everything a writer should never do is included here, and I couldn't get past it. I guess I'm just glad that someone out there made a decent romantic comedy out of it, though I can't imagine how this book got published in the first place.
Also, "If Only It Were True" joins my list of terrible titles.