There are books that captivate, that grab hold of the reading public’s heart and souls and refuse to relinquish their grips. Some of these books (it’s all subjective, of course) are masterful works of word art that will be outlasting and likely apart of the canon for decades to come. But sometimes, even the most respected, the most beloved books aren’t exactly admired by everyone.

This week’s LitStaff pick is all about those “beloved” books that we couldn’t quite embrace. From classic works of literary brilliance to the most popular ‘Pop Culture’ phenomenons, these are the books we still don’t like. What do you think, LitStackers? Do you agree with our picks? Tells us about it in the comments. We want to hear from you!


7 thoughts on “LitStaff Pick: Beloved Novels We Still Don't Like”

  1. "State of Wonder" by Ann Patchett. I made it just past half-way and didn't care if they ever got out of the jungle, so I didn't finish. Let the booing begin… 🙂

    1. I was not a fan of Bel Canto (more booing) & so didn't read her other novels… (though love – love – loved Truth& Beauty!)

  2. I couldn't get through _The English Patient_. So when the Seinfeld episode about the movie came out, I was right there with Elaine: Die already!

  3. Haha. Y'all have just dissed my favorite writer and book–Ann Patchett and Bel Canto, but to each his own. I agree about The Catcher in the Rye. Holden annoyed me, which I put down to being a white woman in her 20s when I read it. But I did like The Great Gatsby. I liked The English Patient too.

  4. Thank you for the critique of The Catcher in the Rye, to my mind the most over-rated novel of the last half century – or rather, J.D. Salinger is the most over-rated writer, etc. Of course, I am very biased:, as I don't as a rule like modern American writers. I enjoy the French! Or rather, I don't always enjoy them, but they fascinate the heck out of me, whereas American writers seem to me bloated, self-important, ham-fisted, anti-intellectual, and just plain ugly – they rarely have a sense of style, and their idea of substance is often jejune. I usually can't get past the opening paragraph of an American novel, or even short-story, without falling asleep. And I do want to like them – honest! But they usually make it impossible. Sigh!

  5. But to show I'm impartial in my literary distaste, let me add that I can't stand the Harry Potter novels. I've never been able to get through even the shortest of them, even on long plane flights when the only alternative was to stare at an infinite expanse of lint-gray cumulo-nimbus clouds beneath a vacant sky the color of faded bathroom tiles because the audio feeds weren't working and the movie was over. And the films! Well, I will leave those alone. Beloved books! Now, Sartre's Nausea….

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