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Worst Reads of 2013

So this is the corollary of the post 2013 in books. Not the best books I’ve read this year but the worst.

Those books you read and think

Well, that’s a week I’ll never get back again.

Or those books you finish with a “meh” sound as you reach for the next.

Or those you finish, look at and and file next to Twilight on the “Too Embarrassing Even To Give Away” shelf.

These books don’t need promoting, just a health warning! Click on the book names to read my reviews of them. If you think they deserve it. Or you have too much time on your hands.

So first and definitely least enjoyable book of the year: The Shakespeare Curse by J. L. Carrell. Do you like Shakespeare? Or thrillers? Or characters? Or a plot? If you answered yes to any of these, this is not the book for you.


The most disappointing book? Particularly disappointing conclusion? Dan Brown’s Inferno.


And for the slowest, dullest, most glacial plot, George R. R. Martin’s A Feast For Crows.



Winter Is Coming

Having slogged my way through 3 books and 400 pages of the fourth of the Song of Fire and Ice, I have learnt many things primarily that

Winter Is Coming

as the Starks of Winterfell say. Often. All the time!

“My Lord Father has been beheaded as a traitor! Winter is coming!”

“My son has been thrown from a window and an assassin looms over his bed. Winter is coming.”

“I have recurring dreams of crows trying to peck my third eye! Winter is coming !”

“I’ve abandoned my friends and murdered a good man to prove myself to a bunch of outlaws. Winter is coming… And who’s the hottie with the red hair?”

“Paper cut! Winter’s coming!”

“The X-Factor’s back on television. Winter is coming!”

Therefore, I have considered taking sensible precautions.


Food must be stockpiled, hibernation anticipated. After all, Winter Is Coming!