Ever feel like you’re just one petty annoyance away from becoming the crotchety old guy from your childhood neighborhood that used to yell “get off my lawn, you kids!” whenever you passed his house? Yeah, us too. That’s why we employ that guy to write this part of the blog. Enjoy! (Or, if not, get off our lawn, you kids!)
Was reading a review on Goodreads of a paranormal smut novel I’d really enjoyed, and was surprised to see a 1-star review sitting there among all the 4’s and 5’s. And this literary critic’s problem with the book? It was “totally unbelievable.” Seriously? A paranormal novel with elements that were unbelieveable? The hell, you say. You know, if I wanted to read something believable, I certainly wouldn’t choose a genre that hinges on vampires, werewolves, ghosts and witches. And why would anyone want to read something “believable”, anyway? Sounds boring to me.
Anyhoo, this prompted me to check out the reviewer’s Goodreads shelves and see what kind of thing she actually did like. Turns out she doesn’t like anything. She had hundreds of books on her shelves, and her average rating was a 2. A 2. Why bother reading when you obviously hate it?
My advice to this reviewer? Start watching TV, hon. Reading isn’t for you. Oh, and get off my lawn!