I'm kind of against anything by Mark Twain. The plots of his stories are great. They're interesting in ways that are both comical and touching. However, the way he writes just... It puts me to sleep so much.

Then there's The Blood Confession by Alisa Libby. It's supposed to be a fiction book based off of the life of Elizabeth Bathory. I absolutely love reading about Elizabeth Bathory, so when I found it in the bookstore, I grabbed it right away. Alisa writes really well, actually. She has amazing imagery and uses beautiful word-flow. However, it's just... It's so uncreative. And maybe I dislike it so much because I don't feel like it portrays a knock-off of Elizabeth Bathory well enough, but come on.... The author could barely be bothered to even come up with a different name. Elizabeth's Hungarian name was Erzsébet Báthory and the main character of the book was called Erzebet Bizecka. It's kind of trivial, but it just annoys me so much.