I'm with you 100% on the policy of putting down any book that either is irritating, or just downright fails to entertain. I got two-thirds of the way through Catch-22 (having enjoyed the first half of the book immensely) before putting it down in disgust. I've no idea what Heller was thinking in the latter part of the book, but I found I was no longer looking forward to reading any further part of it.
Then there was Bram Stoker's Dracula, which struck me as a prime example of style over substance. I like to have both style *and* substance, but if I have to choose one, I'll take the substance, thanks.
I came very close to putting down the third part of the Lord of the Rings, trilogy as I found reading the (seemingly) hundreds of pages of slogging around in the wilderness of Mordor with nothing actually happening to be a tedious chore indeed.
Ruthless abandonment
Then there was Bram Stoker's Dracula, which struck me as a prime example of style over substance. I like to have both style *and* substance, but if I have to choose one, I'll take the substance, thanks.
I came very close to putting down the third part of the Lord of the Rings, trilogy as I found reading the (seemingly) hundreds of pages of slogging around in the wilderness of Mordor with nothing actually happening to be a tedious chore indeed.