Desperation.
Normally, I respect Stephen King (yes, even after the way he finished the Dark Tower series. But I was able to listen to the whole shebang in one swoop, didn't have to wait for ages before the finale came), but Desperation was just a hollow God-fest of the kind I'd expect from Koontz.
And the fact that he had to rope in one of my favorite characters from Rose Madder into the mess just made things even more bleh. I lost a lot of respect for King after reading that.
Let's see, there was one other... Dang, what was that one called? It was some crime novel with two wisecracking investigators (man and woman, in one of those on-and-off relationships) taking the case of some missing girl.
The damn thing just couldn't keep me going. It was all just so much fluff. It was a pillow with binding and a witty title, not a book. I eventually dropped off from reading it, and I've never done that before.
I picked it up again later on and finished it, just so I wouldn't have to think about it as "unfinished business" anymore. It was fluffy, cliché, and dull right up to the very end. That's when the nut-brained author forgot which book he was writing in and wrote an ending for a completely different story.
Wait a second, what? If you want a conflict resolution between two characters to be important and/or poignant, make sure you've actually GOT a conflict for them to resolve!
Well, you should probably also check to make sure you have characters first... That helps.
Just wish I could remember the name to it... That's got to be the broadest description of a novel I've ever heard.