There are many books that have been rage inducing, but none more so than Alexandra Adornetto's Halo. Before reading it, I thought I had hit rock bottom when I read Hush, Hush, but I was so very wrong. Halo has absolutely no redeeming qualities. The main character is the biggest Mary Sue I've ever had the misfortune of reading about, the love interest is a misogynistic asshole, the plot is non-existent, the writing is laughably bad, there is slut shaming galore, the mythology is poorly constructed, and there is a total lack of common sense and logic when it comes to every single aspect of the story and writing. The fact that this book was published at all makes me weep for the publishing industry, and the fact that it actually sold copies makes me weep for the youth of today.
Honorable Mentions: Hush, Hush by Becca Fizpatrick, Last Sacrifice by Richelle Mead, The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemmingway, and Slouching Towards Bethlehem by Joan Didion