This is my only comfort during all this SAT prep: The Lonesome Gods by Louis L'Amour. Like The Virginian, but better, because in The Virginian you're on the outside, and in The Lonesome Gods you get to watch from the inside. Johannes Verne is as good a liar as the Virginian was. (Frog farming, anyone?)
Anyway, my conclusion is that as long as there are good books in the world, nothing will ever be that bad. Don't ask me to specify 'that'.