Compared to picking a favorite, picking a least favorite book is easy. Two books come to mind immediately when I think “least favorite book,” but I’m going to discuss 3.
Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte is not one of the two that immediately come to mind, but I feel it deserves a sort of honorable mention. Despite my love, like or appreciation for almost every other book from a similar time period, including every single other Bronte book, I don’t like this one. I recently re-read Wuthering Heights because I thought maybe I missed something the first time. If I did miss something, it was for the better. After my second time through the book I disliked it even more. The plot is silly and pathetic. The characters are pathetic. I feel no sympathy or appreciation of even one iota of the novel. How Emily became more famous than Anne is a complete mystery to me.
Beloved by Toni Morrison was one of two books that were required reading at my high school. Bleh. A more tedious, less pleasant read I have not discovered. There’s no way to pinpoint why I disliked this book because the whole thing was just awful. One thing that fascinates me is that of all the assigned reading in high school, this is one of only two books I hated, but it’s also one of only two books (same two books) that other people seemed to really enjoy.
Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger was not my cup of tea. I wish I knew why this apparently widely-loved book did nothing for me. I found nothing attractive or interesting in the story. Holden was plain old irritating. Seriously, nothing redeeming in the whole book.
I think the title of Least Favorite Book has to go to Beloved. While I disliked both Catcher and Beloved, the latter was far more painful to read all the way through.