Tender is the Night, by F Scott Fitzgerald: It was almost as if F. Scott got bored with his own random ramblings and he decided to hurry and finish it up.

If I’ve ever wanted to stop reading a book, it was this one. I hated reading it. The storyline wasn’t *horrible*…it was okay. But Fitzgerald rambled on and on and on about things totally irrelevant to situations throughout the entire book. From paragraph to paragraph, he often skipped forward or backward vast amounts of time. […]