Tagged: literature

Things Authors Should Know About Bad Reviews

In the four or so months I’ve been book reviewing on this blog, I’ve given out some pretty bad reviews.  As an amateur writer myself, I can understand the crushing feeling authors get when someone gives them a bad review.  Although I can sympathize with writers, I would never have started a book reviewing blog if I couldn’t handle giving out bad reviews when they are deserved.  So, all you writers out there, please read on and keep these things in mind when (not if) you get a bad review.

1.  It’s not personal.

Unless the reviewer is a complete jerk, a bad review is never personal.  They aren’t criticizing you; they’re criticizing your work.  There’s a huge distinction between the two, although it doesn’t seem that way when your precious work is being trashed.  Giving you a bad review is not an attack on your character, beliefs, etc.  It is simply criticizing a product you have put out into the world with the expectation that people will buy it and talk about it.  If you’re still convinced that bad reviews are always personal, let me ask you this: When you last criticized a product, were you personally attacking the creator of the product?  Probably not.  And yes, your book is a product for all intents and purposes because you are selling it. Continue reading

My 100th Book Review

As you may or may not know, tomorrow I will be posting my 100th review!  It’s been less than four months and I can’t believe I’ve already reached 100 book reviews.  When I started The Mad Reviewer, I never imagined I’d get very far, but I’m happy with where I am now.  And who do I have to thank?  My lovely readers of course!  It’s your wonderful comments and our long discussions that keep me motivated to continue with my blog.  So give yourselves a pat on the back and turn up on Saturday to see my 100th book review.

I Hate History

“I hate history.”

Can you imagine my shock when my little sister said those three words to me?  I come from a very academic family, after all.  My father is the resident expert on the 20th century, my mother loves Medieval European history and I am obsessed with anything Roman and Egyptian.  For my little sister to hate history was like a fish hating water; it didn’t make any sense.  Alas, school had robbed her of all desire to have anything to do with history.

But I am a patient person.  I had a plan to change her mind. Continue reading