Reading is my biggest passion, but it is also one of my biggest sources of frustration. As much as I love a good book, I CAN’T STAND bad ones.
My husband is getting tired of patching the book-shaped holes in the walls. It got so bad, one night he told me, “If you hate this book so much, why don’t you write a better one?”
“Because… It’s hard. And scary. And… OMIGAH, that is the BEST IDEA EVER!”
My one true love got lots of smooches that night.
So, one evening while I was researching and looking for books that sold well in the genres I like, I started complaining about how poorly written the reviews were.
“How am I supposed to know if this book is any good? ‘Item arrived in good condition’ doesn’t tell me ANYTHING!!”
Guess what the hubs said.
Yup, you’re exactly right. He quirked his eyebrow and said, “Really? Maybe you should write better ones.”
“But, it’s going to be hard. And, people are mean and scary. And… yeah, OK, you’re right! Again!” Cue lots of smooches.
Guess who’s going to be brave and go out on a limb?
You’re really good at this guessing thing, aren’t you? You’re right. It’s me.