There's a tumblr that picks the best of Good Read's one star reviews (there must be a tumblr for everything). It is GOLD. No, I won't link to it just now because then you'll know which books these reviews refer to.
What I want to do is to play a guessing game. We'll start with something easy:
"Maybe my main issue with this book was just that it wasn’t lighthouse-y enough.”
Ok, you got that (surely you did?). Try these:
“I wish I could meet a lifelong love by vomiting through his window.”
“Even if you read this book 500 times, it has always the same plot line.”
"it might be a satyr and all but I did not like it."
“not interested in books about Satin.”
And from my top 5:
“I didn’t really get the cookie thing.”
“I don’t know if my book was incomplete or if this whole thing was some kind of weird joke.”
“Reading this story is like taking a cold bath with someone you dislike.”
“A 24-foot dirty old man creeps down the streets late at night, when all the grown-ups are asleep, peering in through little children’s windows. No, not the subject of a court case, just a momentously popular piece of fiction by the much beloved [name redacted].
“HOW MANY BOOKS HAS SHE WRITTEN ANYWAY HUNDREDS RIGHT ? WAY TOO MANY I TELL YOU — STOP THIS WOMAN”
Okay: you can start guessing now.*
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*Answers here.
What I want to do is to play a guessing game. We'll start with something easy:
"Maybe my main issue with this book was just that it wasn’t lighthouse-y enough.”
Ok, you got that (surely you did?). Try these:
“I wish I could meet a lifelong love by vomiting through his window.”
“Even if you read this book 500 times, it has always the same plot line.”
"it might be a satyr and all but I did not like it."
“not interested in books about Satin.”
And from my top 5:
“I didn’t really get the cookie thing.”
“I don’t know if my book was incomplete or if this whole thing was some kind of weird joke.”
“Reading this story is like taking a cold bath with someone you dislike.”
“A 24-foot dirty old man creeps down the streets late at night, when all the grown-ups are asleep, peering in through little children’s windows. No, not the subject of a court case, just a momentously popular piece of fiction by the much beloved [name redacted].
“HOW MANY BOOKS HAS SHE WRITTEN ANYWAY HUNDREDS RIGHT ? WAY TOO MANY I TELL YOU — STOP THIS WOMAN”
Okay: you can start guessing now.*
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*Answers here.
