I started wondering recently why almost all of my recent reviews are positive. When I started this blog there has been few bad ones, so what happened? Have I finally become a nice person, incapable of saying a bad word about anything?
No. I realized since I started this blog I pick my books more carefully. Earlier I was reading a mix of good and bad things, not by choice but by accident. Blogging and following many amazing book blogs made me think more about the next book I’m going to read. I still avoid reading reviews before I buy a book, but when buying, now I have this internal voice saying ‘are you sure this won’t be a waste of time?’.
I’m not saying everything I read is ambitious literature, but generally I get lucky and read books that I like with few treasures thrown in here and again. Overall I think it’s a good thing, but I must say I miss saying something mean about a book from time to time. In this spirit I took a look at the books I read so far this year to find the one I liked the least and it definitely was The Art Whisperer by Charlotte and Aaron Elkins, but it was so bad that I didn’t even bother to write a review, I started respecting my time more because of blogging.
What was the worst book you ever read?