A few things:
1. I think that “Bookperson” should be an actual term. I don’t want to be a “worm” or a “nerd”. Cait’s “Book Dragon” was the best substitute I’ve seen, but I am fine with being a bookperson.
2. I have read so many books that are new favorites so far this year that I am getting worried. Could this be a bad thing?
Let’s focus on #2, since I don’t write for Webster’s, mmmkay?
Last year was a fairly average bookish year for me. There were some huge hits, and some dreadful misses. As you do. I ended 2015 with a real stinker, so I was pretty happy to move into 2016. My first book of the year? The amazing The Girl From Everywhere, which I will be flailing over pretty soon. But then a strange thing happened- I didn’t read any of the aforementioned misses. In fact, I think I read one, mayyyyybe two books (haven’t decided on the second one yet) lower than 3 stars. And both are just barely. Out of seventeen books so far this year, I will be adding four to my favorites shelf. FOUR. The shelf only has 40 books, and that is out of all the books I have read since ever. And, I used to be way more lenient- now I am very hesitant to add to the shelf- I think I only added four in all of last year! And none of this takes into account the books that have gotten or will be getting 4 or 4.5.
Could I somehow be becoming easier to please?
I swear I am not just losing my grip on reality. Other people I know who have read these books loved them too! But yes, there are some that haven’t been universally loved, obviously. But I still don’t think I am easier to please. If anything, I feel like I am harder to please? But maybe that’s the trick- maybe since I think it takes more to make me love a book, I go in with lowered expectations, which leads to happier surprises? Also…
The Good Side to This
- I get to enjoy some fabulous books. That’s a given, right? Walking away happy and satisfied from 90% of the books you read has to be a win. And everyone loves to be able to flail about books!
- Not having to send in too many “this book is the worst ever” reviews. I had to do that yesterday, and I don’t love doing it. (Confession: I do enjoy writing the actual review- just not sending it to publishers.)
- Sequel excitement is better than ever. Of the new favorites, two were standalones and two were series. So those series, I get to be excited for! And of the books I have/will rate 3.5+? Five of those are series as well! That is a lot to look forward to!
- I hate being “that guy” who writes a ton of glowing reviews. But I can’t help it! And usually, I try to break things up- do a super positive review, then a negative one, then a middle of the road one… but I have nothing to break up the flails with. Nothing! My point is, you’re probably going to see a lot of positive posts, at least for a few weeks.
- It WILL come to an end. And then what? I have been so spoiled, and when the crappy books start rolling in, which let’s face it, they most certainly will, I will be extra sad. Especially if I have a streak of rubbish. That’s the worst.
- People get skeptical. I get it, because I would too. If I am visiting some blog and they have books thrown on their favorites list left and right, I am side-eyeing the hell out of them. So I mean, I accept that. Though, you also know that I am absolutely fine with writing a negative review, so hopefully that helps my cause. Or something.
I sound like a real jerk for thinking this is a problem
Look, I don’t think it’s a problem. I think it’s… strange. Unorthodox. Something I have never encountered before. And I want to know why. Nothing else changed in my life, I assure you I am not in some kind of paradise reading while my butlers, maids, and nannies tend to me and the small humans. Has the quality of books just been on point? Have my choices just been better than usual? Maybe it’s just complete dumb luck? I have absolutely no idea.