Crummy Movies and Crappy Books

Nothing distresses me more than watching a crummy movie, especially when I realize it is a hopeless one toward the end of it and find it too late to balk. After you have invested more than one hour of your life on it, you can't just walk away without knowing its conclusion in spite of the wretched fact that the whole thing is a ballyhoo. Well, at least I can't. Thus I prefer reading a crappy book because I've no problem stopping anywhere in the middle and throw it away in the recycling bin. Even if such books may give you a bad taste at the back of your throat, still they may leave you with a sweet sensation that even YOU can do better than this one. That would be a plus, right?