Plenty actually. Not all of them are completely from an alien point of view, for example, The Humans by Matt Haig is a great book where only the first half is from an alien point of view. Another great one is Under The Skin by Michel Faber, but stick to the book as the movie is a bit confusing. Octavia Butler also has an incredible series of books called Lilith's Brood that you must read. Lastly, read the Knife of Never Letting Go series. Not all of the books are from an alien perspective, but the last book has plenty of great chapters that make use of this framing device.

I've got a nice obscure one for you. It's called The Beetle: Mystery and it was written in 1897 by Richard Marsh. Now, the novel itself is not that great in my humble opinion, but get this - it was released in the same year as Bram Stoker's Dracula and actually out-sold it! Well, at least initially, but this is still incredible if you think about it. This obviously didn't last long and very few people know about The Beetle, compared to Dracula, but I still find it interesting.

There are a few that are incomplete due to the fact that their authors passed away before they could complete their work, but I don't know about any that were intentionally abandoned. It's easy to hate on George R. R. Martin and say that he has abandoned his Song of Ice and Fire series, but I think he is really trying to do his best despite a lot of external factors that are against him.

One book that springs to mind is Lolita and the character of Humbert Humbert in particular. I don't think I've ever watched the movies, but like everyone else I've always heard about the story, so I thought I knew what to expect when I finally got around to reading the book. Well, I seem to recall that everyone always had praise for Humbert and called him a sympathetic character despite the horrible things that he does. That is most certainly not the impression that I got when I read the book and I had a tough time finishing it because I disliked Humbert so much. I could not muster up an ounce of pity for the man as he did nothing except obsess over Lolita, judge other people and generally just act like a jerk. Don't even get me started on his sinister plans for Lolita and their children. Maybe everyone else has read a different version of the book or something? I don't know, but it feels like that sometimes when I hear or read other discussions about Lolita.

Bit of a tricky question to answer because what constitutes as "real" depression? I've certainly felt sad after reading a few books, but I can't really call it depression. It was more like a sense of loss because I knew that my time with the characters were over and I wasn't quite prepared for it. This happens a lot with longer books or a series where it is easy to get attached to the characters and then you have this void when it's all over and done with. Usually it doesn't last too long as the best remedy is to pick up another book and get cracking with that one until the cycle repeats. I suppose the closest that a novel has ever gotten to making me feel depressed is The Bell Jar. It was written by Sylvia Plath and it's about a women who attempts to commit suicide after becoming depressed. The book hit me hard and it was even more of a punch to the gut when I discovered that Sylvia commited suicide herself just after the novel was published. I suppose that the story was a way for her to try and wrestle with her own inner demons and it saddens me deeply that she lost the battle.