you find that you can no longer read books written by former auto-buy authors because they're so damn horrible (consistently)that you want to poke your eye out with a pen as you slam your head into a wall to take away the pain of the words you forced yourself to read. You forced yourself to read them because you couldn't believe that the book was THAT FRICKIN BAD. Unfortunately it only got worse.
Luckily I was able to restrain myself from actually tearing the book apart and burning the pages. I was able to return it and get something different instead.
I had to do a massive test read though. I think I read the first 30 pages in the store (good thing I read fast) in order to make SURE that it wouldn't make me want to tear my eyes out with the horror of it.
That was this past weekend btw. I'm still shuddering with the terrifying memory of it.
And no I'm not naming the book here. I'm sweet and innocent and nice and stuff. It would go against my beliefs since I can't constructively criticise it. I can only say it is the most horrific piece of dung that has probably been published and I'm sad that while reading it, I lost time in my life that I can never get back.