A couple of years ago I discovered GoodReads and flipped out at how much I loved it because it’s basically Facebook but for reading! I loved how you could find and share books and see what your friends were reading, but the feature I loved the most was your ability to save what books you had read and write your own reviews.
At first, my reviews were just that – reviews. Nice and boring and with vague references to cryptic things such as “character development” and “plot pace” accented with large, paintbrush declaration of “I like it” – all from the safety of not actually giving anything important or worthwhile away about the book so no spoilers could leak all over your friend’s newsfeeds.
It didn’t take long for this to kind of, well, dissolve, and from the comfort of being completely convinced that no one in the world was interested or would bother reading my reviews, they turned into more of a reading response journal where I would just let loose about how I felt after finishing each book.
Sometimes I would just gush about this character or that scene, other times I would give more traditional thoughts about specific literary elements, but for all of them I now had the “spoiler alert” button always selected – and basked in the freedom that it gave me.
Then the unthinkable happened.
A friend of mine commented on one of my reviews.
I had no idea what to do! I mean, it wasn’t like she said anything mean, it was just that I realized that maybe my reviews weren’t so seventh-grader-with-a-journal private after all. This wasn’t a bad thing necessarily, and weirdly enough it didn’t change how I wrote my reviews, but now I knew that when I wrote there was a very real chance that someone out there was actually reading it.
This continued for a while, and I was happy in the simple knowledge that a few close friends and family were enjoying my thoughts. But like all things in life the universe decided to kick it up a notch.
One evening, while hanging out at book club, one of those close friends mentioned how much she liked reading my reviews, and that she thought they would make a great blog.
A BLOG?! That would mean throwing my thoughts out to the world! Where ANYONE could read them!
Which is kind of the point. But could I do it?! What if someone in South Korea or Wisconsin found this blog and thought that it (aka I) was stupid! But then again – does that South Korean Wisconsian really matter to my over all life? As long as I didn’t turn the comments on, would I ever really know that they hated my soul bearing entries?
The answer is obviously no – so here I am, with a blog, that I’m sure only twenty people will read. But hey! For you lucky twenty people, sit back and enjoy your completely spoiler saturated ride as I copy and paste my Goodreads “reviews” for your enjoyment!