
Every so often, I like to write about books that didn’t land for me. Not because they’re objectively bad. Not because you shouldn’t read them. But because there’s something clarifying—almost relieving—about admitting when a highly recommended or buzzy book just… isn’t for you.
This is part of an ongoing Overrated Reads series here on the blog, where I share thoughtful, honest reflections on books I picked up with high hopes and ultimately put down disappointed, bored, or quietly annoyed. If you loved these books, truly—I’m glad. But here’s why they didn’t work for me. Thankfully all four of these novels were library picks, so no harm, no foul.
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