Oh, Lord - The Shack. Unreadable.
Twilight Weird guy watches you while you sleep, and this is romantic? Can you say stalker?
Guernsey Potato Peel Literary Society or whatever it is called - there is, for me, nothing worse than a story in the form of letters written back and forth. Couldn't get past the 3rd page.
And all that chick lit stuff - fab nannies in the big city, fab young advertising geniuses in the big city, adorably ditzy young things with romatic foibles. Aaaack. I lived it. It's nothing like that.