I’m a huge fan of Goodreads: it serves all my literary needs from keeping track (mostly) of what I own to finding titles for my to-read list. When it comes to books that I’m considering but nobody whose taste I trust has read yet, Goodreads has saved me from wasting hours of my life — which is why I want to talk about reading reviews.
As per usual, this post is the coalescent form of outrage and extreme bafflement caused by [insert whatever], mixed with personal experience.
A person in a book discussion I participate in mentioned that This One Book by Someone1I censored the title and the author because, let’s face it, I haven’t read the book myself. I feel that although the negative reviews are a fairly good indicator, there are enough conflicting ones that I do not feel comfortable passing judgment. is one of their favourite books. What caught my attention was that it used to be a free serial published online, so I naturally assumed it had started its life as fanfiction and decided to check it out on Goodreads to see what all the fuss was about.
Thank Someone that I did.
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