I very rarely stop reading a book that I have started. In fact I can only think of three times this has happened. The first was a book by Joseph Campbell (I think) about myths and I got really frustrated and "shouty". *cough*idiot*cough*. The second was Kite Runner, which may surprise people because it's such a popular, moving, blah-de-blah book. But I got to a point in it and I was just sick with what was happening and what I knew was coming next, and I couldn't continue. And the third time was the book on the right.
Boo-urns Mr. Coupland. Boo-urns.