"Ginger: My Story" by Ginger Rogers. I love bographies, auto- and otherwise, but Ginger got right up my nose. What a self-righteous prig. Actually, it wouldn't be fair to say I hated the book. I hated Ginger, but I sort of enjoyed the book because every page gave me a fresh reason to hate Ginger. It was kinda fun, seeing hw bad she could get and how sarcastic I could get in my head.
Sorry, but I also loathed Madeline L'Engle(sp)'s "A Wrinkle In Time." I thought it was the most boring, blah, incomprehensible book ever. Granted, I was about 11...but I think that's the age it's written for isn't it? Over the years I've wondered if I shouldn't give it another go...but then my hubby reminds me that it was his ex-wife's favorite book, and we hate her, and she also loves V.C. Andrews. So that does it for me.
"The Natural" by Bernard Malamud. Would you like me to slit my wrists now, or later?
"Catch-22" by Joseph Heller. Apparently you either like Wouk's "The Caine Mutiny" or you like "Catch-22." I'm a Wouk girl all the way.
"Guenivere: Queen of the Summer Country" by Rosalind Miles. Look, Rosalind, make up your mind: If you want to create a world where women are Queens with absolute sexual freedom and power to rule everyone, and they are also Goddess worshippers, you cannot make your character think about all she'll give up when she marries, nor should she spend the entire book whining and looking to her husband to solve all the problems. If you want a character like that, leave out the other stuff. Either she's a powerful woman or she isn't. And by the way, get your dates and times straight.
There are more...but there you go for now. What a fun topic, Wench!