I don’t write reviews often. I’m squeamish about it…especially if I didn’t like the book. I know the blood, sweat and tears that go into a book…the hours waiting, the hair pulling, the nail-biting (and I haven’t even started an agent search yet). So when I see a book that is painfully bad (I am not talking about the book I reviewed…just in general), part of me is angry that I can’t even finish Julia to get her out there, so kudos to this author for doing that at least. And part of me is angry that I can’t write a scathing review when it’s deserved. Oh, I’ll yell at the book and threaten to throw it across the room, but no, I won’t write it down.
Am I worried about karma? I am empathetic? Am I just too wimpy?
I don’t do so well with book clubs…well, never having been in a book club, I’m just speculating. But, whenever a friend and I read the same book, I fall short on my end of the conversation. If I don’t really like it, I just leave it at that. If I do like it, I don’t want to turn it into a high school assignment by dissecting it.
So, what possessed me to write a review for Goodreads? No clue.
What about you? Do you consider book club and reviews a civic reader’s duty? Do you enjoy deconstructing the text? Or get a thrill when declaring how much you despised/adored it?