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Usually, a book review goes up today and I have EPIC plans to review The Upside of Unrequited by Becky Albertalli but then I ran into the little problem. First of all, I lacked the words to describe HOW MUCH I loved it. Secondly, I’m pretty slow in my reading right now because school is beginning to pile up and I really would prefer to be at least half way through a book before I post the review.
So, instead of the book review, I’ll be talking about reviewing the books I read. For some, it may be a simple task. I, personally, go through the following:
- (regardless if it was a sad book or not)
- Watching all my hair fall out from stress.
- Flipping back through the book.
- Actually writing it
- Scheduling it
- Mulling over how stupid it is
- Thinking about how horrified I’d be if the author or publishers saw it.
Yes, I carry a lot of stress on my book reviews.
My motivation to review is just a love of reviewing. A few times I’ve tried to figure out if there is some hidden and unpure motive behind my blog. I’ve considered the following:
- A need for ARCs
- A longing to belong in a community
- Hoping on the bandwagon
In the end, my reason for reviewing always comes down to a love for talking about the book. There’s also this warm feeling I get in my chest when I think about being able to put my opinion of a book out there.
Nevertheless, there is obviously the struggle that continues.
The problem is, I have no idea how to coherently type how I feel about a book. Love it or hate it doesn’t change that there is a storm of words and emotions I feel after reading that I cope with for a few weeks after reading.
After a week, I’m usually good to go and I can spit out a half decent review that I’m not too nervous about.
Unless the book was five stars to me, like Nevernight, A Court of Mist and Fury, and Crooked Kingdom. It took me weeks to think about those books in any coherent way. Before then I was a freaking mess, reduced to stupid smiles and uncontrollable sobbing.
The same can be said for books I hated but in that case my problem is unchecked rage and disappointment.
Low ratings are the worst.
That is the horror of book reviewing for me in a nutshell.
- It stresses me out but I adore doing it so I keep doing it.
- I can never get the words out after reading, the response is either “love, love, love” or “hate, hate, hate,” or “DIE” which can be good or bad.
- It literally takes forever.
What are some of your reviewing horrors? Do you all have any that you would like to share? Comment below and check back next week for either a review of The Upside of Unrequited or me taking about College Applications.