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reviews_and_ramblings ([personal profile] reviews_and_ramblings) wrote2009-03-13 10:14 am

Some random thoughts...

I don't do rates (it's like a statement, I don't do drugs, I don't drink...). I always hate scheme and similar, my Italian teacher in highschool, after fighting for years to force me to plan my writing before starting them, surrendered and let me do as I wanted; I wrote from scratch, I still do, without almost editing it... It's like I'm, you can't change me, and so, how can I summarize what I wrote with a rate?

And above all, I don't believe in rate since they are "cold": I can read a book today, and since I'm in a fool mood, I can hate or love it, and maybe next week I will change my mind. Same as you: a book for me is wonderful since touch something in me, and for you is boring, since that same spot wasn't touched.

I'm not a reviewer, I studied Economics at College, not English or Literature! I'm a reader, and I read what I like, so please, don't take offense if I don't like a book, I believe that I have never said that a book was bad, only maybe that I didn't understand it or that it left me unaffected. And I'm not a writer or an editor, so I'm not nursing the secret idea to publish a book... I have some stories that swirling in my mind, but I'm not good enough to write them, and so they will stay in my mind.

English is not my language, so I can't judge if a book is grammatically good or not, and I don't want to... I write what as a book left me, cold, happy, sad, and I believe that you can understand it from what I write. It's not like I love every book I read, but if I write a post, probably there is something in the book that pushed me to finish it: and since I have in this moment more than 400 books in my reading list, if a book managed to catch my attention for enough time for me to finish it, then it means that I like it. For the "love" verb, the book has to be very good.

Don't try to involve me in fights, I don't like them; and don't believe that I can't fight, I can, but this is my sand box and I do as I want here. But I love confrontation, so don't worry if you want to leave "nasty" comments, if they have a sense, even if bad, probably I will reply to them.

And if you heavily lift from my LiveJournal and take the credit for my work, could at least don't gloat over how good you are? Ask you to at least put a link would be too much... I love when people link me, one of the happiest moment is when I discover that someone notice my little sand box and say something. I don't pretend that you ask me nothing, don't get me wrong, it's part of the pleasure of life, and an happy surprise, when I find something of unexptected, but I hate when something I spent time to prepare get apparently unnoticed to discover that raised a sandstorm somewhere else.

[identity profile] zamaxfield.livejournal.com 2009-03-13 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Ohmygosh, I went to the spa and I miss whatever happened but I read your blog long before I ever wrote a book because you are one of the few people who lets me know exactly what I'll find in a book without putting such a personal spin on it that I second guess myself before I buy it. I find more books and movies to buy and fun things to think about while I'm reading your blog than anywhere else, and I tell everyone it's like a university course in romance literature. You are a TREASURE for readers and an absolute blessing for writers and if anyone steals your stuff you can point them out and we will all tell them it is NOT okay with us. I'm a reader first and you have been my best resource.

I came on here looking to give you a big (((HUG))) cause I heard about someone taking credit for your work and what was the first thing I saw?? You posted about my book! You were the first person to ever review me and I have it etched in my heart. I really think you're the nicest person on the web, and I'm with Mr. Maltese... let me at 'em.

[identity profile] elisa-rolle.livejournal.com 2009-03-14 09:24 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you Lauralyn :-) I wrote this post in the morning after I saw for the n-time something that I really didn't like. It was months that it was happening and in the end it went to my gut (not my head since probably I wouldn't write something in that case). Elisa