“All men have heard of the Mormon Bible, but few except the "elect" have seen it, or, at least, taken the trouble to read it. I brought away a copy from Salt Lake. The book is a curiosity to me, it is such a pretentious affair, and yet so "slow," so sleepy; such an insipid mess of inspiration. It is chloroform in print. If Joseph Smith composed this book, the act was a miracle — keeping awake while he did it was, at any rate.”
My former sister in law gave me a Book of Mormon when I first arrived in Utah. I made a somewhat-honest attempt to read it but could only endure as far as the Book of Jacob. It was such an obvious attempt at fake scripture, being written in a simulation of 17th century English, that disgust was the only feeling it provided me.
(It was such an obvious attempt at fake scripture)
That sums it up perfectly.
I had read the entire Bible (maybe a small amount of the Old Testament got missed, had read the entire New Testament, plus multiple passes through some parts of the New Testament.
By the time I was given a BoM to read the sales pitch, it was immediately recognizable as a hack job. Saw that right off.