While I liked most of what I read last year there were a few duds, as there always are, that sipped through the cracks. So as a companion piece to my top 5 reads of 2012 here are 5 of the worst books I had the misfortune to encounter. This was actually a much harder list to put together than my favourites list. Three books immediately jumped out at me as some of the worst books I could recall reading ever, but it took a very long time and lots of scrolling through the blog to even remember reading the last two on my list.
Tag Archives: Abigail Gibbs
Pages: 549 (Paperback)
Series: The Dark Heroine #1
For Violet Lee, a chance encounter on a darkened street draws her into a world beyond her wildest imaginings, a timeless place of vast elegance and immeasurable wealth where a decadent group of friends live for pleasure alone. A place from which there is no escape…no matter how hard Violet tries.
Yet all the riches in the world can’t mask the darkness that lies beneath the gilded surface embodied in the charismatic, sexy and very dangerous Kaspar Varn.
Objectively the worst book I have read, not just since I started thinking critically about books or reviewing, but ever. Dinner With a Vampire combines all the worst traits of paranormal romance – a bratty and self-absorbed female narrator, an unlikable physically, emotionally, and sexually abusive love interest, vampires who are ‘perfect’ with no faults or weaknesses, the human character being somehow more ‘special’ than other humans, barely fleshed out side characters, forbidden love etc. etc., you name it. Just a few of these would be bad enough on their own even if written competently, but instead we have them mushed together nonsensically into a big mess where basic principles of writing such as ‘plot’, ‘continuity’ ‘character development’ and ‘worldbuilding’ seem unheard of. It’s a genuinely terrible book, and one I wouldn’t recommend to anybody (and would advise people who have ever been raped or in an abusive relationship to steer well clear of) but somehow I couldn’t bring myself to actively hate or abandon it. It’s so bad that I had to keep going, just to see how much worse it could get (the answer: lots) but too bad for me to hate it. Rather than resent her poor writing, I can’t help but feel rather sorry for the teenage author (I certainly wouldn’t like my teenage writings published!). This is, essentially, a first draft of a book that should never have got past the publisher’s slush pile, let alone seen the light of day as a published novel and as such it feels very harsh to judge it even by the basic standards of what I expect in a published work.