So, tell me about this *need* to review what you read. I’m curious. How does this work for you?
I found that the pressure of expecting myself to review everything I read killed the secret private quiet pleasure of being lost in a book. It caused me huge anxiety, as though I had a hitchhiker riding my ass, distracting me from paying attention to the words on the page. Self-competing syndrome, I guess.
Additionally, if I lose interest in a book within maybe a hundred pages, i give myself permission to not finish it and move on. Thus, it is unethical for me to review books I don’t like–because I probably haven’t finished them.
Lastly, if someone in my reading circle has finished a book that I am partway through, it’s far less likely that I’ll finish it. Why is this? That’s weird, I know, but there it is. It’s like, that book is saved, someone I know and trust has finished it and I don’t need to ensure, personally, that it has been read and loved. I said, weird.
But! There have been several coinciding conversations via Twits, FB, phone, email and letter (really, five different media!) concerning book reviewers’ need to sort their thoughts and accept their having read a book via a published book review.
For me, it’s enough that I like a book, or that I hate it and am embarrassed that I bought it. I am always curious about what everyone else is reading, and I love reading everyone else’s book reviews.
So, tell me about this review compulsion. A suggestion? Post it to your own book blog and link in comments below.