That second and third chapter of The Hobbit was like watching paint dry.
So was the first chapter of
Moby Dick, and the second didn't seem much better so I bailed. Doesn't mean it's a bad book, just was not a good book FOR ME; I didn't like it, but the thousands, maybe millions who did are not wrong in calling it great, even if it can also be used as a form of torture.
Or, if you want another example, take Henry Jame's
Portrait of the Lady. Please ... Er I mean... 400 pages of ...nothing really. Girl meets two guys, loves both of them, goes with the one she knows has money and connections. Guy pretty much locks her inside when he's out on business - about 40% of the time. When he's home, he's either sweet and doting, or a drunken monster, about 50/50. She hurts him badly after about 300 pages of this and flees. Back home. Where the other guy was waiting. And, it turns out, he had more money THEN than the "rich guy" does now - and has only grown his wealth. So she's going to go with the guy she actually liked better, but not because she likes him; because he's rich.... Ugh.
But enough people love the book that I can't just dismiss it as the utter rubbish it felt like to me (also because Henry James wrote some splendid shorter fiction, like
A Turn of the Screw)... but only made it through because the teacher was also my academic advisor, and one woman in the class was gorgeous and sometimes seemed interested...