A Lesson Learned
A few weeks ago I posted a book review for ‘The Night Circus'. While I stand by what I said in my review, I learned from that experience that I don't like reviewing books.
Every comment that said they wouldn't read the book based on my review I replied with, No! Read it and see what you think!
What? How lame was that? If I'm going to write a review and say I wasn't crazy about a book, then I should expect that others would be grateful I spared them the wasted time.
That's what I achieved, but not what I felt comfortable doing.
Then Debra Kristi wrote a blog about the new Twilight movie and this comment from August McLaughlin got me thinking:
I’m not a fan of the Twilight saga. (*dodging tomatoes*) I do love what the books have done for literacy in youth, however. More kids are reading because of the series than ever before (…also thanks to Harry Potter). And I respect Meyer as an author with her own voice and points she wishes to make. We should celebrate most authors’ success.
OMG! She's so right. I'm a writer and I work hard to support my fellow writers. I wasn't comfortable with my review because I felt dirty. Like I was turning on my own kind and cannibalizing them.
Then along comes Lissa Clouser at A Quid for the Quill and her post on being thankful for books. The clouds parted and a light shone down on me. I'm pretty sure I heard Angels singing, too.
To further my journey to enlightenment, Lesann Berry wrote a lovely blog post on not getting sucked into the negativity of others. If you don't like a writer, don't read them!
Talk about hitting me upside the head with a thick book.
Yay! I got the message loud and clear. I don't want to add negative energy into the world. There are enough people with vitriol and rubbish to spout, that's not my style. It was a tough lesson to learn, but one that allowed growth in myself as a writer and a reader.
In addition to Lissa and Lesann, these bloggers are fabulous role models! Angela Wallace does a great job of spotlighting books for her Book Club Saturday posts and Steena Holmes just had a whole week of spotlighting fellow writers on her blog. As if her fabulous quote up there wasn't enough, August McLaughlin further inspired me with her post on books she's crazy grateful for.
Last week I interviewed Sheri Fink and that was so much more fun than reviewing a book. It gave me a chance to focus on another writer's success and to celebrate with her a really good cause.
You know, that made me feel much better than tearing a book down.
What was a difficult lesson you learned? This one was tiny on the surface, but made a huge impact on how I looked at myself. Have you ever had that experience? How did it feel once you fully accepted the truth of the lesson?
I'd love to hear your story!