It’s been said (often) that love is blind. In reality, it’s all a matter of taste. Someone else looks at a couple and determines that for one reason or another, the two don’t belong together, based on their personal taste.
On the other hand, when it comes to reading, there are some people and books that just don’t belong together.
I am finally finishing re-reading a massive book, in both pages and popularity, in order to give it a fair review. In fact, the review will be fair in more ways than one. First, it will be fair in that I have just re-read it, allowing me to write on real knowledge as opposed to “remembered” knowledge. Secondly, it will be fair because…well…I’m only rating it as “fair”.
That’s news, in multiple ways as well. Normally, I don’t like to put out book reviews/ratings if I don’t care for the book. In general, the less I enjoy the book, the faster I want to distance myself from it. That means most of my reviews are in the good to excellent rating range. The immense popularity of this book series and the “responsibility” I feel since I’ve put up a rating without a review compels me to actually write the less than enthusiastic opinion.
And that’s odd, for I am an avid reader of this genre of fiction, usually gaining some (often a lot) of pleasure from the imaginative tale-spinning creators. In retrospect, perhaps “love is blind” is the wrong catch-phrase, since millions of others would suggest the book to me as a “match made in heaven”.
But truthfully, there’s no love lost between us. The book is just not to my taste.