Poorly written books have always had a place on bestseller lists alongside truly great books. There's no accounting for taste among some people. Other people simply look for books to provide baseline entertainment that they could easily find during the day by watching reruns of crime procedurals on cable.
As I grow older and wiser, I've learned to stomach this affront to my art. But the one thing I really can't seem to accept is when really average writing is celebrated as exceptional literature. Authors with little talent or vision, who essentially should be writing novel adaptations of movies like Yogi Bear are being hailed as the second coming of J.D. Salinger simply because they've tapped into the right trend or connected with the right blogger.
I'll simply never understand how a book with an unfocused story, zero emotional depth, and the artistic level of language equivalent to a magazine article can be so adored. Honestly, isn't it time we stop celebrating mediocrity simply because we may like the person who produced it?