A few years back, in a moment of weakness, I became determined to like Science Fiction. Not knowing much about the genre, I thought I would make a selection from a local bookstore shelf by how good the cover looked. And Science Fiction books do have beautiful covers. I lucked out because the book I chose also happened to have been written by one of the biggies, the prolific one who wrote 700 page doorstops.
I began reading: a three-wagon train was coming from somewhere and going somewhere (the destination not clear), and in the first 15 pages nothing was clear. Then a remarkable thing happened, the author changed viewpoint, the wagon train continued for another 15 or so pages, then again the author changed viewpoint and the wagon trained continued for another 15 pages with stops for meals, etc., guards out, but guards for what?
Eventually, on page 55 the wagon train was attacked by two eagle-like creatures--raptors--with some kind of electronic guidance system. It was not clear who sent the raptors but it didn't matter because the wagon train party had people who could shoot and with bows and arrows shot them down. The excitement was over in one page, and the wagon train continued, and continued and continued. I learned the secret behind 700 page door stops: just repeat yourself. I eventually gave up at page 75, gave the book to my son, who pronounced the book a good read.
Another book, a murder mystery, set geographically in an area with which I am familiar, was chosen because the author was local and it was on my local public library shelf. I was on page 155 before the murder took place. The initial info dump was so extensive there was no mystery who the killer was, except the local sheriff didn't know and couldn't come to grips with it; although everyone including the local preacher were accurate informants. Since I already knew the killer, I thought I couldn't stay with it until the sheriff figured it out, so I gave the book to my son, who pronounced the book a good read.