It's no secret that I love to read. Love to. There have been a few books over the years that I have come to really truly hate. Numero uno on that list is Moby Dick. I've read (or rather ploughed through) it twice. I didn't just read that book once. Oh no, I gave it another chance. Still hated it. The Sea Wolf, by Jack London - yuk. The captain is not nearly as nice as Ahab (see: Moby Dick). Martin Chuzzlewit. Least favorite book by Charles Dickens. I have to admit that I have only read it once...so I might have to give it another go sometime. Not really looking forward to it.
What's your poison?