9) Ivanhoe, by Walter Scott
This is one of those “I’ve given up on this book” posts. I’ve given up on this book. Scott never uses one word where five would do. And when Ivanhoe was revealed, about a quarter of the way in, I realised I had forgotten who he was supposed to be. This has been my traffic jam reading on my Palm T|X for the last week or so, but I’m switching to The Last of the Mohicans instead.