Anything with the name "Tom Clancy" on the cover from the late 90s onward. They're like the Dirk Pitt books, only instead of using nifty tidbids of Oceania and general madness to drive the plot forward, it's just hundreds of pages of shit you'd see in a Michael Bay screenplay.
"Cutting Edge" was a book I picked up at the supermarket while out camping, and it literally padded its plot out for close to 300 pages, only to resolve EVERYTHING clumsily in about half a page.
"He runs in, shoots the guy in the head, and saves the hostage. PLOT COMPLETE!"
Certain Dean Koontz novels disappointed me greatly, like the 3rd Odd Thomas novel.
"Cutting Edge" was a book I picked up at the supermarket while out camping, and it literally padded its plot out for close to 300 pages, only to resolve EVERYTHING clumsily in about half a page.
"He runs in, shoots the guy in the head, and saves the hostage. PLOT COMPLETE!"
Certain Dean Koontz novels disappointed me greatly, like the 3rd Odd Thomas novel.