Super Spiffy Books S. Has No Plans to Ever Read, Because, Meh

Some are hugely popular and appear on scads of lists. Some are edifying. Some are marvelous depictions of dazzling imaginary landscapes. Some have weighty messages. They tell of love, war, morality, science, And I'm never going to read a single one of them, because, meh. I just look at them and feel tired, or amazed that anyone reads them. In a couple of instances, I have read other work by the same author and said "never again." So go ahead, berate me, stone me, gape at me in amazement, drive me from the building with blows and curses, but I am so not reading any of these.