Recently, I’ve been thinking about why I keep writing this blog. It is one of my hobbies, and also something I enjoy doing, but why keep doing it? There are countless blogs out there that offer the same kind of content as this one. Many of them are much better written, more interesting, funnier, and more inspiring than mine. Yet, by some incredible stroke of luck, I’ve managed to pick up a few subscribers and regular readers over the last five years.
To pose another question, why do we read book reviews? Aside from a love of stories and reading in general? Our book reviews are always subjective to our personal tastes. A book we adore and rave about may be another reader’s idea of boredom or even torture. But we go on writing our reviews with the simple desire to spread the word about stories that we love, hate, and everything in between. So, is it just about spreading the word or the love?
What brought you, the reader, to this blog? What made you click that subscribe button? I’m hoping it was because you enjoyed reading one of my reviews. We probably have similar tastes in our reading choices. Even better would be you reading one of my many recommendations and really enjoying it. Then, letting me know about that experience via a comment or message. Which goes back to the idea of sharing the love of reading a really good story.
If I were to answer my own question, I would say that I read and follow your reviews because I enjoy reading them. I love reading about a book or author I’ve never heard of, trying that book, and going on to have a wonderful time reading it. It might be unhealthy for our TBR piles, but it’s great to discover new stories via this online community. If only we had more time to dedicate to reducing that TBR mountain. Wouldn’t that be nice?
Okay, this has turned into a bit of a ramble now. I think it’s time to move on. Just let me say that I really, really appreciate YOU taking the time to read or comment on my little corner of cyberspace. Thank you for all your feedback, comments, recommendations, and–dare I say the word–“likes.” (Did he just say “likes”? Whaaaat? Cue an old Ultravox song:
Likes It means nothing to me, likes this means nothing to me, oh, Vienna.”…Yes, I’m old.)
Thanks for reading! Now where’s that dopamine hit?..
Wakizashi (pron. “wacky-zashee”)