Atlas snored - 5 books I'll never ever read

Inspired by a conversation with a shallow friend, here're some godawful books that I'll never bother to read in my lifetime.

I know, they are probably good for me, and would broaden my horizons, and I might love them when I mature (read in my twilight years). But as someone said, over time, i might learn to appreciate them, but it'll never be part of me. Seriously, after reading one page of these books, I want to pull out what little hair i have between my earlobes. You couldn't tie me down on a psych bed, staple my eyelids and make me read any of the following books.

1. Atlas Shrugged - by Ayn Rand. I used to work the graveyard shift at Bard security. And this book was sitting there all the 3 years that I worked there. I took the book, looked at it, read the first two pages, and put it down. I've never met anyone who's read it. And I hope I never do.

2. The God of Small Things - by Arundhati Roy. I borrowed this book from my aunt, read 25 pages, hated the pornographic language, gave it back. Deneb gave me another copy, and told me how good it was. So, I started re-reading it, went upto I think page 50, and gave up. Arundhati Roy, this flavor-of-the-month hussy, who amped up the sex and perversion in Indian literature to sell to the global chick-lit consumers without bringing any sense or cultural insight into her book. Avoid at all costs. Unless sweaty overweight indian middle aged women are your thing.

3. An Equal Music - by Vikram Seth. Even classical music isn't as pretentious as his description of a pianist who is slowly losing her sense of hearing. I'd rather go blind before taking up this book again. This book brought out the violent tendencies in me.

4. Animesh Trilogy (Uttaradhikar, Kalbela, Kalpurush) - by Somoresh Mojumder. When I was in high school, the idealistic rants of the naxal movement used to bring tears in the eyes of teenage women on both sides of Bengal. What a load of BS! I hope they haven't been translated into any other language.

5. Death in Venice - by Thomas Mann. I had to read this book for my freshman seminar. I read the Cliff's notes. Couldn't bring myself to finishing it. Creepy. Depressing.

So what puts you to sleep?