What were your least favourite books in 2018?
You may have noticed that I didn’t post a Sunday Rundown yesterday. That was mostly because, after a bad night’s sleep, I fell asleep before writing it. But it was also a tactical choice. After all, it’s New Years Eve so it’s time I started doing my rundown of the year. And what a year it’s been. I’ve already posted my Top 10 Books, Top 10 Films, and Top 10 TBT Films lists. But, let’s not forget that 2018 wasn’t a completely positive year. The political situation of the UK is pretty shitty moving into the new year so it seems only fair I add my least favourite books to the pile. Thankfully, after my top 10, most of the books were fairly middling so I could only scrabble together 5. I guess reading-wise, 2018 wasn’t so bad after all.
5. Through the Woods by Emily Carroll
I bought this as a quick read so I would have something to review. Bloody good job considering how disappointing it was. Read my full review here.
4. War Horse by Michael Morpurgo
I went to see the stage show of this for my mother’s birthday present this year. It was an amazing and life-changing experience. The book, not so much. It didn’t come as much of a surprise as I’d hate the film when I saw it. At least the book was a little better than that. Read my review here.
3. Your Creative Career by Anna Sabino
I got this free in exchange for a review. It’s not on this list because it was bad, per se, but because it wasn’t particularly relevant to me. I didn’t write a proper review but I did write a little about it on Instagram if you can be bothered scrolling back that far.
2. Notes on a Nervous Planet by Matt Haig
I’d heard nothing but good things about Matt Haig’s discussion about dealing with anxiety so I bought it on World Mental Health Day to see what the fuss was about. Turned out, I didn’t actually find out. A lot of this book ended up making me angry and kind of sad that people were seeing it as actually helpful. This is all just a trite self-help book that should be taken off the shelves. To hear more ranting find my review here.
1.Mad by Chloe Esposito
I fucking hated this book. It made me angry. I’ve never read anything so stupid and badly written. I hated it. Here‘s my review that’s written at a similar level of outrage.
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