This one actually hurt to read.

No, what we need to do is shut that damn narrator up.

Could have been so good. Instead, was so bad.

Just goes to show that politically conscious fiction can be just as heavy-handed and boring as politically conscious poetry.

This detective isn't hard-boiled, he's over easy.

On the other hand, not nearly confused enough.

Perhaps those reviewing it well had it ghostread, as well?

It's hard to imagine nonfiction being this hard to read.

So I have finally read it, and it made me realize no one cares any more about how a book is put together. Left Behind is the essence of shoddiness.

The title alone should be enough to put you off.

Not nearly as bad as the books that precede it on this list; I had a good year, reading-wise.

Good prose mixed with not-poetry.

Just say "ouch."