In a major compromise for my book group, we read The Walk by Richard Paul Evans. I've somehow avoided reading anything by him up to this point.
I expected it to be bad. But I was unprepared for how absurdly, horrifically bad it was. It may be the worst book I've ever read. I was furious about it, and if I hadn't been able to read the whole thing in about two hours, I probably would have just chucked it.
I'm 99% sure that my crazy sickness of the last 48 hours was food poisoning, but I can't discount the possibility that it was just a biological reaction to how awful this book was.