I think there’s a difference between a book that has bleak subject matter but is worth reading and beautifully written or one that you can’t wait to finish as it is mindnumbingly terrible , either as a story or how it is written . A recent one that for me fills this latter criteria is surprisingly (or not!) on this year’s Booker shortlist !
Richard Osman and his House of Games
What medicine do you remember always having in your childhood medicine cabinet?
What would be the worst figure of speech if you took them literally?


