Last night I was reading and for some reason, I looked at the reviews for the book on Amazon.com.
The book, which I love, got a lot of bad reviews. A lot.
People said it was trite. Stupid. Boring and disappointing. "Her writing has declined dramatically".
I know, I know. Everyone has their own views on what is good and what is bad. I noticed that some of the same readers who gave this book a 1-star review were the same readers who had given rave reviews to other books I wouldn't touch with a 10-foot pole. Different strokes for different folks. Or whatever.
But still. It made me think.
I've been pretty fortunate on this blog, I think. I get some comments that say I'm not funny. Some people have emailed me to tell me how much I suck. Some people come here, read it once, say "That's not my cuppa" and never come back.
But if you publish something or, rather, if someone publishes something that you have written and people spend money on it and then think it sucks? Well. I don't know. That seems kind of bad.
Maybe there is no difference. I don't know.
I wonder if those writers ever read those reviews. I wonder if they hurt or if they are able to just say, "Who cares?". I wonder if they just keep moving on, because clearly, someone likes their books...they keep getting published.
So much to learn. So much.