I got a little hard up for reading material at one point, and found a stack of books in a cardboard box. I rummaged through it, and found a series of around 6 or 7 books (I can't remember how many) and I eagerly jammed them into my backpack and hustled out to the vehicle.
Now, I read quickly, so paperbacks get devoured rather rapidly.
It was the WORST series ever. Full of whining, snivelling and crying.
I don't want to be a leper!
It was an accident, but you should feel sorry for me, because I'm a leper!
Blech.
Unfortunately, I read the series as far as I could. I kind of quit when it started off with him being sacrificed and then saying: "I'll get some kind of wound to match it, it won't do any good, and nobody will believe me because I'm a leper!"
Even the deus ex machina was crappy.
You can guess the series.
Another one was full of interesting lands, but then it got weird. Then it got boring. The female characters were manipulative shrews who started whining about destiny as soon as things got bad. Then comes an invasion that wasn't even hinted at and makes no sense.
I quit at book Nine.
Even if sparks and copulation faeries flew out of the 10th book when you read it, and all of the promises in my email came true if I finished the 10th book, I wouldn't be interested.
I hope he (the hero) fell into the tainted magic pool and drowned, the collar clapping army took over the world, and the females learned that there's a difference between strength and arrogance.
The only one I liked was the one with the dice in his mind.
Another series I read, and grew rapidly bored with after the first one, featured big worms, lots of sand, big heads, big ego's, and read like each book was written by a different high school student with ADHD.
Thankfully, I read them about 20 years ago, so I was able to blank it away with a Hustler subscription. It the only one where I thought it would be impossible to build a crappier movie than the book, but yet they still did it.
Oh, and let's not forget the series starring the whiney outcast elf, full of angst and self doubt, with his retarded friend, his short friend, his female friend, and his magical item friend.
The first 3 books were OK, he had confidence and the build of a hero.
Then the books just degenerated into page after page of complaining, nobody ever stayed dead, and the opponents were stolen from the short bus.
Can you guess? Here's a hint: The second set of three printed were a prelude to the first three, and the series defines a D&D race to this day.