I
know many experienced writers tell debut authors: “don’t read reviews of your
books” or “don’t read the bad reviews” or “stay away from goodreads, shelfari,
etc...” or even “don’t read good reviews”. And many writers seem to take this
advice to heart – stop interacting on goodreads altogether once their ARCs are
out in the world for readers to dissect.
Back
in October 2010, when I sold THE OTHER LIFE and reviews were still far off, I
thought: “Huh, why should I not read reviews? I can take criticism.”
Fast
forward a few months, when ARCs were finally sent out, I suddenly wasn’t all
that sure about my thick skin. I checked goodreads religiously and then I got
my first not-so-stellar review (a two star rating) and I sat in front of my laptop
paralyzed. I was too scared to read it and was driving myself insane with the
possibilities. But then I told my husband (with the warning that he shouldn’t
read it either and that I didn’t want to know what was written!).
Yeah...Husband didn’t listen and in the evening while we were making dinner, he
described the review to me and I didn’t die. I could deal with it. My husband
shrugged at the end of his recount and said “that wasn’t so bad”. And he was
right. The next day I read the review and it was well-written and I was
grateful that the reviewer had taken the time to write something about my book,
though they didn’t like it.
I still cringe every time I see a low-rating, I
still hesitate before I read a negative review but I do it anyway because, while
it hurts a little to find out that not everyone loves your book, it helps me
grow as a writer. Every time someone criticizes some part of my writing, I
challenge myself to do better next time. And I love a good challenge.
Of course
I know that no matter how hard I try, I’ll never make everyone happy and that’s
not what I’m striving for (though maybe a little part of me does). But I want
to know what readers think, want to know why people hate some books while they
love others with such a fervor that they fight for them.
I often find myself
browsing reviews of books I’ve read, and one day I found a negative review for
a book almost everyone loved (myself included). And there were dozens, maybe
hundreds of comments defending that book. I was stunned (and I felt a bit sorry
for the poor reviewer who’d done nothing but write their opinion and got bashed
for it). People were willing to defend a book – not because it was written by
their relative, or agent sister, or friend. No, because they loved it so much.
I think it’s wonderful that books are still capable of evoking such strong
emotions in us – hate, love, despair, blind rage. Isn’t that what we want as
writers?
Movies have pictures, soundtracks and big actors to get a strong
reaction from their audience, we have only our words.