I did not finish Slaughter House Five by Kurt Vonnegut.
I read fifty pages as I customarily do with a new book to try to get a feel for things; nothing. I read another fifty pages due to reputation and all the praise I've heard. It wasn't for me. Furthermore this isn't one I plan on re-visiting. I'll be trading it in tomorrow morning.
It's easy to read and I could have powered through, but there was nothing of remote interest happening for me. That book nearly killed me, "So it goes."
It had to happen sometime.