They’re like Atlas Shrugged— poorly written novels that make even worse movies.
I actually tried to read them 2 or 3 years ago. I read the first paragraph, and thought "It was a dark and stormy night....". Dire stuff.
I persevered, but stalled out about halfway through the first novel, as our intrepid hero is visiting the First Generic Evangelical Church of Mt. Prospect, IL.
I’ve read worse.
Ever glance at Twilight? My daughters started screaming at me and ran me out of their room after I was nice enough to treat them to a dramatic reading: “Oh, Edmund! How your pallid white pearl-like skin glows palely in the lacy lunar moonlight...”
Though, I must admit a morbid enjoyment of the movie. It was sooo bad, I just laughed and laughed.
I know a woman who considers herself well-read because she has read ALL the Left Behind novels...and no other novel. I tried to get her interested in reading other literature but no go. She is completely convinced that the Left Behind novels are the best literature ever and that any other novels would be a let down. The most depressing thing is that she considers herself quite literate.