Archive | August, 2012

Cover Love #10

So, to be honest, I was a bit disappointed in the poll turnout from the last Cover Love. I don’t know if that means Cover Love is so unpopular that you all didn’t even make it to the poll or what. However, those who were kind enough to vote and/or leave a comment were unanimously supportive, so we’ll continue for now. (But seriously, your input is important. If y’all don’t really like this meme, I don’t want to waste my time or yours.)

Moving on! This week’s cover belongs to a contemporary novel, and while it may not be full of swirly fonts and lens flares, I love the way the picture sets up the story. I want you to look at the picture. Tell me what you see, what it evokes. Then scroll down and read the synopsis.

What if you lost the thing that made you who you are?

Lexi has always been stunning. Her butter-colored hair and perfect features have helped her attract friends, a boyfriend, and the attention of a modeling scout. But everything changes the night Lexi’s face goes through a windshield. Now she’s not sure what’s worse: the scars she’ll have to live with forever, or what she saw going on between her best friend and her boyfriend right before the accident. With the help of her trombone-playing, defiantly uncool older sister and a guy at school recovering from his own recent trauma, Lexi learns she’s much more than just a pretty face.

I don’t know about you, but I saw this cover and all the scattered triangles and thought “broken glass.” Taken in parts, nothing about this cover seems terribly traumatic, but all I could see was this blonde getting a face full of broken glass. That’s a well-designed cover, my friends!

Of course, now that I read the back, I can pick out a few pieces. The bright light, for instance, may very well be the headlights of an oncoming car. Perhaps Lexi’s car swerved to avoid said car and that’s how she ended up going through the windshield. The font mimics handwriting, which makes sense given the first-person title, and the purple really pops. And, of course, the model’s pretty. I mean, the synopsis harps on how pretty she was before the accident, so that makes complete sense. I just hate it when the models don’t match the actual character description.

What do you think of this cover? Does it work for you? What would you change? And what cover do you love this week?



I wish my customers
dressed this snazzily.

I’ve always envied indie stores their “regulars.” You know, those lovable kooks that drop by every day at the same time and give the shelvers crazy stories to take home – usually stories that start with “You’ll never believe what happened at work today.”

When I started working at my store, I lamented our lack of regulars. Box stores just aren’t cool enough to have groupies. I’m sure some of our customers do come regularly, just not regularly enough to be known on sight.

Or so I thought.

Turns out that my store has quite the odd little following. I only work a few days a week (two jobs, remember), but I’ve seen the same faces again and again, and I thought it was high time to introduce them to you.

The very first set of regulars I’d ever heard of was Those Homeless… Guys. Okay, it sounds like an insensitive title, but let me explain. Almost every day, a homeless couple comes into our store. They rarely buy anything, but my boss never minds because they’re very polite and always put up whatever they take out to read. We never really know what to call them, because the taller one is very clearly a Homeless Guy. He’s ratty with a full-on-beard and a huge backpack filled with all his things. His companion is shorter and stockier and also clearly a Homeless Guy… until you realize that from the neck down, his anatomy very clearly says Homeless Chick. I’m not just talking about a girl with an androgynous face. I’m talking about very, very mixed signals. When you’re instructed to address people as sir or ma’am, such a situation can be very awkward.

One of my favorite regulars is The Red Dwarf Fan Guy. He told me his name once, but I forgot it. He’s really tall with an earring in one ear and always wears a black beret. Despite being probably in his forties, this guy out-geeks even me. I made the mistake once of trying to follow a conversation between him and my fellow cashier and was almost instantly lost. He’s watched what sounded like every sci-fi TV show or movie known to man. I like Doctor Who, but he’s even watched the ones back in the ’60s. I like Star Wars, but he’s got the entire canon memorized. I ended up just nodding dumbly and pretending like I knew what was going on. He left with the recommendation that I try watching The Red Dwarf  TV show. I haven’t yet, but maybe I will someday.

Another regular (who, for some reason, only ever seems to come on my days in) is The Doomsday Prepper. He’s a big guy with an bristly grey beard and camo pants, but he’s pretty normal other than his reading choices. At least, that’s what I thought until the day he came in looking for The Anarchist’s Cookbook. You know, the wackjob bomb-making book? Even then, I probably wouldn’t have been too concerned if he hadn’t kept trying to reassure me that he was just curious and not a nutjob. The more someone tries to convince you that everything’s okay, the more you should worry. That’s my personal motto. Then he warned me that the Feds would probably come asking around, but that it would be okay, because he’s just “John Q. Public… just John Q. Public.” But he called me hun, so I should probably be okay.

Of course, not every regular is so much fun.

For instance, every week there’s one particular old guy who comes in. He comes in with his newspaper and heads over to the cafe. Our cafe person despises him. You see, he only drinks a special blend of coffee that no one else ever drinks, so the girl in the cafe always has to brew a special pot of coffee just for him. Not cool. It’s not like he even acts terribly appreciative. He never buys a book either, so I only learned to recognize him from the cafe girl. Mr. Special Coffee Guy was one of the first regulars I learned to know on sight.

Another regular, The Returner, was actually warned to stop being so regular. All the stores in our area were warned to watch for her, because she got in the bad habit of buying books and then returning them a few days later… after reading them, of course. Oddly, she had a special penchant for reading and returning different versions of the Bible. I’m not sure why.

The Cheapskate, on the other hand, is a regular we wish we could wave away. Now, I love a deal as much as the next girl, but this lady toodles on in every week in her Hoverround to paw through the sale books. But she doesn’t stop there, oh no. She hunts down books with superficial damage and tries to bargain. Now if a book has moderate to severe damage, we can offer a 10% discount, but that’s all. Look, lady, I appreciate that you want to save money, but if you think you’re going to get me to give you a book for half-off, you’re nuts.

There are other regulars, such as The Monday Group, The Outdoorsy Girly-Girl, and The Woman with the Awesome Hair. I have to say they all certainly make work interesting.

Do you have interesting regulars where you work? And if you were a regular at my store, what do you think YOUR moniker would be?

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Review: OF POSEIDON by Anna Banks

Galen is the prince of the Syrena, sent to land to find a girl he’s heard can communicate with fish. Emma is on vacation at the beach. When she runs into Galen — literally, ouch! — both teens sense a connection. But it will take several encounters, including a deadly one with a shark, for Galen to be convinced of Emma’s gifts. Now, if he can only convince Emma that she holds the key to his kingdom . . . 

My very first mermaid book, you guys! I know, I don’t know how I went without one for so long either. They’re everywhere!

Only we’re not allowed to call them mermaids. They’re Syrena, according to the book. Oh, who am I kidding? They’re flipping mermaids/mermen. They’ve got tails. They (or at least one branch of them) can talk to fish!

Still, I understand the emphasis on the name, because Banks works hard to give her Syrena distinction from the typical tales. There’s no Ariel here. Instead, there are dueling factions (“of Poseidon” Syrena vs. “of Triton” Syrena), underwater museums, ruins, betrayal, and even a real-life Atlantis (or what’s left of it).

I loved the thought Ms. Banks put into their history. Continue Reading →


Shelver (Not So) Secret: Do Unto Others

This week has been insane and has left me very little time for blog posts. Here’s a thought I jotted down a few months back. I hope to be back in the swing of things soon.

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It’s the little things, people. Working in a minimum wage retail position can be a real drag sometimes. I have to deal with stressed out, grumpy people with unruly kids and limited time all day long. That can make for a reeeeeeally long day. Add to that restrictions against talking with co-workers, eating, responding to any rudeness with something other than a sickly sweet “Have a good day,” or even just sitting for a few minutes, and my eight hours can turn into a personal hell.

We try to keep each others’ spirits up as best we can, but it can be tough (see: previous mention about socialization at work). But you know who can change my mood in a second? You.

I can’t stress enough how wonderful it makes me feel when a customer takes a second to verbalize his or her gratitude. You’re thanking me for finding you that book? No, thank you for recognizing that I’m a human being and taking a moment to utilize the rudimentary etiquette skills that you were taught as a child. Really, dear customer, you have no idea how many of your peers choose to use me as a servant to be treated with disdain. Yet a simple, heartfelt expression of gratitude from you can erase (at the very least!) a half hour of monotonous labor from my memory.

But hey, want to take it to the next level? Tell my manager. That’ll keep me going for an entire month.


And while I’m thinking about it, thank you all for being such wonderful blog friends and for making my birthday week so much fun! Don’t forget to check out my giveaway. My “do unto others” includes spreading the book love. <3


Wishlist Wednesday #9

Totally the property of Pen To Paper.

This week has not been that great, you guys. Oh sure, my birthday stuff has been fab, and I loved watching The Hunger Games on DVD, but the rest has been meh. I even considered skipping Wishlist Wednesday today, because I just didn’t feel like writing a post.

Thankfully, there’s one book I’m looking forward to reading, and I talked about it just recently.

What if you were bound for a new world, about to pledge your life to someone you’d been promised to since birth, and one unexpected violent attack made survival—not love—the issue?

Out in the murky nebula lurks an unseen enemy: the New Horizon. On its way to populate a distant planet in the wake of Earth’s collapse, the ship’s crew has been unable to conceive a generation to continue its mission. They need young girls desperately, or their zealous leader’s efforts will fail. Onboard their sister ship, the Empyrean, the unsuspecting families don’t know an attack is being mounted that could claim the most important among them…

Fifteen-year-old Waverly is part of the first generation to be successfully conceived in deep space; she was born on the Empyrean, and the large farming vessel is all she knows. Her concerns are those of any teenager—until Kieran Alden proposes to her. The handsome captain-to-be has everything Waverly could ever want in a husband, and with the pressure to start having children, everyone is sure he’s the best choice. Except for Waverly, who wants more from life than marriage—and is secretly intrigued by the shy, darkly brilliant Seth.

But when the Empyrean faces sudden attack by their assumed allies, they quickly find out that the enemies aren’t all from the outside.

I know Glow actually came out a year ago, but my store is lame. I’ve waited for it to come in, but it hasn’t. Actually, after putting Glow on my Goodreads list, I’d forgotten about it until last week when the author, Amy Kathleen Ryan, came by for the Authors Are Rockstars Blog Tour.

I researched her books for the interview, and I found myself fascinated with Glow all over again. I kept asking, “WHY haven’t I read this?!” And then I remembered my store and was cranky for the rest of the evening.

Straight-up sci-fi books are so rare in YA. To take the uneasy ideas of procreation and arranged marriages that float around in dystopian lit and then wrap them up in a battle between intergalactic starships?! Brilliant!

By the way, isn’t that just the happiest phrase you’ve ever heard? Just typing “intergalactic starships” makes me smile.

What are you wishing to read this Wednesday?

And don’t forget to enter my giveaway!



I’m going to indulge in some shameless me-time, okay? Because it’s my BIRTHDAY*! Woohoo!

I love birthdays. I’m not a limelight kind of girl, but it’s fun having a day that’s all about me. I get the food that I want, I get to use the special birthday plate at dinner (don’t laugh – it’s a tradition), and I get PRESENTS!
Presents are the best, y’all. I don’t mean that in a grasping, greedy way. I just despise spending money (it pains me), so being able to get a couple nice things for free is absolutely wonderful. I always have a lot of books on my list, but this year I have several titles that I highlighted AND bolded to maximize the chance that I’ll get them. (This getting-presents thing is serious business!)
But giving presents is equally fun, if not more so. Therefore, to celebrate my birthday, I’m hosting a giveaway!


Books shown:
Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas
Grave Mercy by Robin LaFevers
Shadow and Bone by Leigh Bardugo
The Book Thief by Markus Zasuk
Graceling by Kristin Cashore (Fire or Bitterblue can be substituted)
Terrier by Tamora Pierce
Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi (this will be a preorder of the PB, because the cover is prettier)
Under the Never Sky by Veronica Rossi
Cinder by Marissa Meyer
All the books shown above are on my birthday list. They’re not ALL the books on my birthday list (we just don’t have that kind of space here), but these are some of the ones I want the most. Oh, and if you’re having trouble deciding, those links will help you out.
As these are books that I REALLY want, I’m afraid this is going to be for followers only. I’ll be less jealous if someone I like gets the book that I’m lusting over.
So here’s what you need to know:
– This giveaway is INTERNATIONAL to anywhere the Book Depository ships.
– You MUST be a GFC follower (and I will be checking.)
– You must be 13 years old or older.
– Only one IP address per entry. I’m sorry if you and your flatmate both want to enter, but this is my way to weed out cheaters.
– Winner will choose from one of the above books.
– The chosen winner will have 48 hours to respond to my email with their book choice and email address.
– If said winner does not respond in the time specified, a new winner will be chosen.
For every 50 new followers that join during this giveaway, I will choose an additional winner.
And I leave you with the song currently in my head.
*Well, really, this is the start of my birthday week. My actual birthday is at some point during this week, but we celebrate birthday weeks in my house.

Review: THRONE OF GLASS by Sarah J. Maas

After serving out a year of hard labor in the salt mines of Endovier for her crimes, 18-year-old assassin Celaena Sardothien is dragged before the Crown Prince. Prince Dorian offers her her freedom on one condition: she must act as his champion in a competition to find a new royal assassin.

Her opponents are men-thieves and assassins and warriors from across the empire, each sponsored by a member of the king’s council. If she beats her opponents in a series of eliminations, she’ll serve the kingdom for three years and then be granted her freedom.

Celaena finds her training sessions with the captain of the guard, Westfall, challenging and exhilirating. But she’s bored stiff by court life. Things get a little more interesting when the prince starts to show interest in her… but it’s the gruff Captain Westfall who seems to understand her best.

Then one of the other contestants turns up dead… quickly followed by another. Can Celaena figure out who the killer is before she becomes a victim? As the young assassin investigates, her search leads her to discover a greater destiny than she could possibly have imagined.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been so anxious to read a book. Granted, my memory isn’t the best, but ever since talk started circulating about Throne of Glass right before the BEA, I’ve wanted to get my hands on a copy. I even did a Wishlist Wednesday post where I blathered to the point of incoherency.
As if I weren’t in enough agony, Ms. Maas released four Throne of Glass novellas – itty-bitty prequels, if you will – to set up the novel. I devoured those novellas. They were excellent. (Seriously, buy the novellas.)
So, after all that buildup, how did I end up liking the book? Well, there’s good news and bad news. The bad news is that Throne of Glass did not end up being “The Book To End All Books.” There were definitely areas that could have been improved, which I’ll expound upon shortly. 
The good news is that I still really, really enjoyed the book. And by enjoyed, I mean devoured it in less than 24 hours.
Try to bear with me as I fumble through this review. One thing you all must know is that my take is completely skewed because of the novellas. I don’t know how the book would have read without them, so you’ll just have to find a review from someone who skipped the novellas to find out.
First off, I adore Celaena. A-D-O-R-E. She’s got the kick-butt heroine thing going on with her fighting skills and climbing skills and killing skills, etc. She’s got the wicked smart and snarky thing going on. (I love a girl that knows the irritation factor of a well-timed grin.) And she’s girly. 
I know being girly has taken a hit recently, but I can’t even begin to describe how much Celaena’s vanity tickled me. C’mon, she’s seventeen and smokin’ hot. If she likes dresses, let the girl wear dresses!  Just because a girl happens to obsess over the color pink or knows how to properly accessorize an evening gown does not make her any less smart or deadly. Nor does being able to gut a man in seconds mean that a girl can’t appreciate the finer things in life.
Though wouldn’t this girl
be great as Celaena in the movie?

What I liked best, though, was Celaena’s heart. Despite being deadly and pretty, she’s hardly Glimmer from Hunger Games. We don’t know much about Celaena’s past other than that she’s from Terrasen (a land conquered by the king of Ardalan), her parents are dead, and it’s likely the king’s fault. Despite being an assassin, she burns for justice. The innocents weaker than her are treated with sympathy and kindness. Powerful tyrants are treated with hatred and disdain. She’s spent nine years of her life killing, but she manages to retain her humanity.

The only thing I didn’t like about Celaena was how her temper was written. Yes, she’s a hothead. I like hotheads. But I didn’t understand some of the things that made her angry. In some scenes, I felt like she was given a certain reaction just to remind us of her temper, which was completely unnecessary. I hope in future books to see her rein herself in a bit.

The story itself was a bit different from what I expected. I thought it would be a lot of fighting and trickery and such, with much of the attention focused on the testing. Hardly. With a few exceptions, most of the other competitors were quickly glossed over (alas, poor Eye Eater, we barely knew ye). Even most of the Testings were only mentioned in passing.

I can’t say too much, but most of the story centers on talk of… magic. Mmhmm. Didn’t see that one coming, did you? I admit to grumbling through much of the book thanks to the magic. The religious system seemed a bit shaky. See, magic is supposedly banished in this book, but I somehow got the impression that said magic was tied to the religious holidays and services that were permissible. Or maybe not. As I said, the details were a bit shaky for me. I’m also just not a magic kind of girl.

Still, I accepted the premise by the end, and I hope that the various systems in Celaena’s world will be deepened and expounded upon in future books. Oh, and can I put in a request now for some really awesome adventures outside Rifthold? I’ve been wanting to visit those giant spiders and the iron-teethed witches since The Assassin and the Desert.

The highlighted characters were interesting, though some remained a bit vague in their ambitions by the end of the story. Princess Nehemia of Eyllwe in particular was a real gem. She stole some of the spotlight from Celaena with her wit and keen intellect, which is saying a lot.

Now for the love triangle. To be honest, I found it a bit lacking. Celaena captures the attention of both Crown Prince Dorian and Captain Chaol Westfall, but the contest on its face is a bit lopsided. One man gets the blushes and the flirting and the kisses and the whispered secrets. We’re also allowed into said man’s head multiple times, whereas the other man is allowed far less inner-monologue page time. No, I won’t tell you which ones Dorian and Chaol are. I will say I was displeased with how the attraction between Celaena and the men was handled in the beginning. All three seemed much too willing to let themselves become friends (okay, Chaol held off better), and I thought it especially out of character for Celaena to hold any sort of feelings for Dorian at all after declaring that she would rather cut her own heart out than love someone from his family. Very wishy-washy. I didn’t feel like the trust present was sufficiently earned.

I would have been happy to let this book be about friendship and trust and leave any possible romantic entanglements for the next book. I will say, however, that I am very firmly in Chaol’s corner on this one and thought that he had possibly the most romantic moment of the entire book. I just wish I missed Sam less. (If you read the novellas, you’d understand.)

Ergh, time to wrap it up. Okay, in the next book I would like to see improvements on building believable relationships, adventures outside of Rifthold, some concrete discussions about all this magic stuff, the return of certain characters who were unceremoniously dumped in the Test… Oh, and appearances by characters from the novella. We’ve got to iron out that whole AVENGE SAM!! thing, remember?

But I’m glad I put this book on my birthday list, and I hope to add it to my bookshelf soon. Now Ms. Maas just needs to hurry up and work on that blasted sequel!

Points Added For: Celaena and her awesomeness, Nox, Chaol, the Eye Eater (somehow I think he and Billy Dent from I Hunt Killers would’ve gotten along), knives galore, a REALLY EPIC CLIMAX FIGHT SCENE.

Points Subtracted For: A meh love triangle progression, the sneaking suspicion that this book won’t be as cool for those who haven’t read the novellas, an awful lot of magic, Celaena’s silly temper, and the old gag of a guy giving a girl an animal to make her coo.

Good For Fans Of: The Graceling series by Kristen Cashore, female assassins, Seraphina by Rachel Hartman (just based off my own observations of who’s talking about what), love triangles.

Notes For Parents: Magic, murder, scary beasties, language (I think I remember d’s, h’s, s’s, and both versions of b’s).

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The Rating System In My Head (2/2)

Tuesday, I talked about why I don’t use a rating system on my blog. It was a long and involved answer, but basically it boiled down to the fact that I’m neurotic and would take ratings waaaay too seriously. I don’t mind if other people use them, I personally just can’t.

But what happens if I have to use a rating system? Goodreads requires a rating of 1-5 stars, as does LibraryThing. I happen to use both (and you should totally come find me by following the links), so what do I do?

Well, I rate the books, obviously. But why does, say, Grave Mercy get five stars, while Before I Fall gets “only” four?

I’m so glad you asked! Here is my general rationale.

Continue Reading →


Cover Love #9

I tried to find a sweet, happy cover for this week’s Cover Love, I promise. I tried. I enjoy a pretty dress as much as the next girl, but there was one cover I just couldn’t ignore. One that took its large, frightening hand and pushed all the lens flares and twirly dresses into a corner.e

Sixteen-year-old Noa has been a victim of the system ever since her parents died. Now living off the grid and trusting no one, she uses her computer-hacking skills to stay safely anonymous and alone. But when she wakes up on a table in an empty warehouse with an IV in her arm and no memory of how she got there, Noa starts to wish she had someone on her side.

Enter Peter Gregory. A rich kid and the leader of a hacker alliance, Peter needs people with Noa’s talents on his team. Especially after a shady corporation threatens his life. But what Noa and Peter don’t realize is that Noa holds the key to a terrible secret, and there are those who’d stop at nothing to silence her for good.

Filled with action, suspense, and romance, this first book in a new trilogy offers readers nonstop thrills.

Holy moly, ammirite?

Let me take a moment to squeal: HACKERS! I love hackers! They’re like nerdy little assassins with cool piercings and chunky glasses. Okay, that might be an outdated stereotype, but I still like hackers.

But we’re here to talk about the cover, and what a cover it is. It’s pretty simple, really. Just a hand, a grind, and some text, and yet I’m still thoroughly creeped out. The hand clearly represents someone trying to break out, and the grid is keeping said person in… but is the wannaba escapee good or bad? That is, is the grid keeping us safe from unspeakable evil or is it a captor imprisoning redemptive good?

Rather than dark tones, the cover is bright reds and oranges and yellows; happy colors, except for how they mimic the hues of alarms.

Then, over it all, is the title and the tagline – Don’t Turn Around… Just keep running.

You don’t have to tell me twice!

That’s my Cover Love of the week, and I’d love to hear what you think in the comments.

But before you head down, I’d like your opinion. Both Cover Love and Wishlist Wednesday have been on a trial period around here. I enjoy them both, but I’d like to hear what you think about Cover Love in particular. Please take a moment to take the poll below.

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The Rating System In My Head (1/2)

Today I’m going to answer a question that I haven’t actually been asked. I assume that I haven’t been asked because you all are polite, retiring types who wouldn’t dream of proffering personal inquiries. You silly little dears. No need to be shy.

(And yes, I do realize that the most likely explanation is that no one has noticed/cares one bit. Let me live happily in my delusions.)

Here’s the question: Why don’t I use a rating system on my blog?

Rating systems are good, right? After all, I review books. When you review books, you’re supposed to slap a rating on that bad boy. How else is a reader supposed to know what the reviewer thinks? Sheesh, how else is the reviewer supposed to know what she thinks about a book unless it’s carefully quantified?

Hopefully, you can sense my sarcasm. I don’t mind it when other people use rating systems. Some sites use stars or ink quills or twee little birdies. (My blogger friend Ems uses Eiffel Towers that are tres chic.) Customizing the icons often adds a nice personal touch to a blog, and the rating systems themselves help organize books in a logical fashion from nauseatingly awful to blow-your-mind fantastic.

I just can’t do it. How can I sit down and compare two radically dissimilar books and name one “better” than the other as dictated by a rating system? Or even if I can, do I rate a book based on its technical brilliance, how much I enjoyed myself, or some other criterion?

There have been books that are literary masterpieces, completely deserving of five stars, but I didn’t enjoy them. I understood the genius involved in the writing and the symbolism involved, but I probably won’t spend my free time rereading them. On the other hand, there have been books that have been light and fluffy or simply less-than-Steinbeck when it comes to the prose, but the stories and characters were a treat!

How would I begin to rate such books? Are they both fives? Do genius books win out because of their elegantly crafted symbolism, or is general enjoyment more important?

It’s easier just to slam my forehead against 

the keyboard until I hit a number.

And don’t even get me started on the whole-number system crap in use at Goodreads. I use stars in my reviews there because I have to, but forcing myself to choose three stars or four when I believe a book rated a solid 3.50 just about kills me. Or maybe the book should have been a 3.55, because you better believe I’d take decimals to the extreme. For instance, I think nearly all Agatha Christie books are great, meriting four stars easy. But some Agathas are better than others. So maybe one’s a 4.5 and another is slightly better, so that would have to be a 4.58 (because it’s just barely lacking that 4.6 quality).


I don’t think I need to explain any further. I avoid rating systems because they’re a hassle. They don’t work well for me, so why stress myself out? Besides, what I think about a book should be amply clear in my review.

But what about when you do have to rate a book? you ask. (Or maybe not.) Valid question. I’ve already said that I rate books for Goodreads. What then?

Well, that’s a question for another post.

What about you? What do you think about rating systems? Why do you your particular system, or why not use one at all?

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