“Reviews just aren’t important.” ~~No Author, Ever
Releasing a book can be terrifying. Nerve-wracking. It’s like writing in a diary for a year and then hanging it out there for the whole world to see. It’s like going to the supermarket naked. It’s like sending your young children out into an unruly mob. It’s not an experience for the faint of heart.
When I started this blog, my plan was to create a resource for readers who enjoy books with strong female heroes. Additionally, I wanted to support the writers who spend the months and years creating those gems. If we don’t support them, how will we get more of the books we love?
Everyone says you need to have Teflon skin to be a writer, and they aren’t kidding. Weeks before my first book was released (before anyone even saw an ARC), someone anonymously rated it two stars on Goodreads. My very first Amazon review came within an hour of the book’s release (around 4am, so it was the first thing I saw when I woke up). Said something about English not being my strong suit. I won’t lie. I still don’t have Teflon skin.
Every book review on this blog is a recommendation. The hardest part is choosing a rating because they’re so subjective and there’s so little distance between a 3 and a 5 (which is all I rate). A book rating scale of 1 to 5 is actually kind of nuts when you think about it but it’s the standard for some reason.
After all, no book is without room for improvement. It’s the author’s curse that at some point, you have to stop tweaking and let it go. Otherwise, no one else will ever get to see it. I don’t know if any author has ever put out a book that they didn’t want to change, once it was too late. But we put aside our insecurities and finally say, “This. This is the story that I have to tell right now.”
Writers often say, “Feed an author. Review a book.” Book reviews not only help sales, but they feed an author’s soul, too. They let us know that what we created meant something to someone. They keep us going when our house is a wreck, our hands ache from repetitive stress, and our families wonder what we’d look like without a laptop attached to our thighs.
Hey, booklovers. What was the last book you reviewed?