I’m not exactly a book blog. My blog is very good at morphing and not being in one of those…what do you call them…ah, yes. Niches. One of them. 😉 Still, it’s no secret that I adore books and I’ll happily tell you how fabulous many of them are. No, what it seems like I’m missing are book reviews. I’d like to say I have a wonderful and enlightening reasoning for this, but sadly not.
Most of all, I don’t post reviews because I don’t really like writing them. I’d rather spend time doing something else. I’m pretty sure this is also related to the fact that I’m not awfully good at it.
See, I don’t read many reviews. I have huge, huge respect for people who do write reviews – you are all amazing and I have no idea how you do it! – but I don’t tend to browse reviews much unless it’s for a) a book I’m looking to buy or b) a book I’ve already read and want to flail about with other people. Writing sites will always tell you that reading is the best way to write, and I’m 90% sure that also goes for book reviews. I think I could get better at reviewing if I wanted to. I just…don’t think I do.
Part of it’s also down to bit of irritating subconscious thing I have: I always want to be different. (Even writing this post feeds that.) I’m that one who always wants to choose a different subject for their project, get a different result, whatever. Doing good in the same subject as others isn’t what I want. I must be DIFFERENT and DIVERGENT and MORE SPECIAL.
It’s quite annoying. But there we go.
That title is a bit of a lie, if I’m honest. I’m fine to occasionally write book reviews for other sites
and I’m not averse to bookish goodies either. I went through a phase when I posted some on Goodreads. I’m also cool to give my opinion; as I’m sure my friends know, there’ve been many occasions where I’ve ranted/fangirled about books constantly. I just…don’t want to scribble down my analysis. Who’s it actually helping? What’s it achieving for me?
I’ve made peace with not writing reviews. Being lazy and sticking to my
comfort zone interests is fine for me at the moment; if I want to, I can always pick up the pen again.