Do you remember the episode of Sex In The City where Carrie is unable to enjoy the book of her writer-boyfriend Jack Bergen (Ron Livingston) because in it, the female protagonist wears a scrunchie—something Carrie found implausible?
That debate is an issue I’d love to get into with you later, but for now, let’s discuss this: Is it possible to dislike an entire book because of one minute detail that rubs you the wrong way? That’d be what you’d call a “Scrunchie Book,” I guess? (Spread the word, let’s try to make “Scrunchie Book” happen!”)
The other day I asked my friend about a book she’d been reading, and she said she put it down after a few pages because the main character “acted like a free-spirited eccentric in front of the lawyers defending her on murder charges, in an era when a woman could be sent to an asylum for less.”
So yes, obviously it’s possible. I’m not sure if this counts, but I refused to read a certain popular, wittily named book because I was positive for some reason that the author came up with the book title first, thought it was hilarious even thought I thought it was stupid, and wrote a whole book about it. (Any guesses as to what book I’m talking about?)
Have you disliked a book (whether you read it or not) just because of one teensy detail? What was it?