I’m not going to list all the books I brought home from World Fantasy, because I don’t intend to keep all of them.
It isn’t meant as an insult. Normally I fly to WFC, and that necessitates strict limitations on what I bring home. This time we drove, though, and so I grabbed copies of things I knew I would never read, because I can (and will) donate them to the library.
The thing is, “I’ll never read this” isn’t necessarily a judgment of quality. We did the traditional thing of reading the opening page out loud, and I described one of the books from my bag as “a perfectly competent example of a subgenre I’m bored with.” Other people still enjoy it, and that’s fine; more power to them. Or take the Pathfinder novels I received: I didn’t even bother with the opening page, because I know I’m not interested in the first place. But somebody at the library book sale might very well snatch it up.
If I really thought a given book was bad, I wouldn’t even donate it to the library. Like approximately 93% of the con attendees, I dumped one book on the swap table, and thought “good riddance.” I won’t name and shame the author, but it was self-published and rampagingly full of the stalest cliches, including one that I find offensive. I’m not inflicting that on the library.
So I won’t list all the books I brought home, because I don’t want to imply a major criticism when I don’t keep them. But there were some really good-looking ones in there (including Guardian of the Dead! Which was on my wish list!), so look for those to show up in my “books read” posts later.