You wanted to read the book, you were excited to crack it open, you came into it with good faith and anticipation… but you ended up dnf-ing it. Which book and why?
Mine was The Maid by Nita Prose. It was for my book club and looked like a fun murder mystery. Instead I got instant manic-pixie-dream-neurodivergent-girl vibes, and I noped out before the crime scene was even found.
Probably about 40 pages in, I think. It was the second book of AA Attanasio’s Radix Tetrad, and after trudging through the first one, I hoped the second would be more enjoyable as I had been led to understood it was much different. It was indeed much different, but not in a manner which made it more enjoyable, so I gave it up.