Is there a book that you wish you could “unread”? One that you disliked so thoroughly you wish you could just forget that you ever read it?
Uhm. Yes. The Phantom of Manhattan, by Frederick Forsyth. I can't even really explain anymore why I hated it sososo much. All I really remember about it now is the icky feeling it gave me after I closed it, not really fathoming how I managed to read the whole book in the first place. I guess I have done a good job at forgetting it!