What about a book review?

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How useful are book reviews?

I’ve noticed writers in the writing community on Twitter often ask readers to submit book reviews – sometimes with a discrete nudge, sometimes with a direct request, occasionally with a blatant bribe. It has set me thinking about the usefulness of reviews, the value of them and indeed the ethics of reviews. It’s turned out to be a more interesting subject to consider than I expected. (I was just planning to write a quick 5-minute blog!).

Most of the reviews I read are published on commonly accessed online sites such as Amazon and Goodreads. When it comes to writing one, every time I finish a book on Kindle I am asked to rate it on Amazon and a review is requested. Often as not I might press the rating stars but then ignore the request for an actual review. Isn’t that what most people do? Of course it might be different if I feel very strongly about the book (or if it has been written by a friend). If I’ve read a paper copy, bought from a bookshop or borrowed from the library, I’m more likely to rate it and maybe comment or recommend on Goodreads, rather than on Amazon.

I realise there are many other online sites on which to post or read reviews and also a myriad of review magazines exist, ranging from ‘The London Review of Books’ to ‘Book Club Bible’ and ‘Self-publishing Review’. A review can be a literary analysis or a scholarly essay, a summary review, an opinion piece or simply a comment based on personal taste. I imagine the formats used by the publishing industry may be different from those used by the average reader.

So what makes me write a review? Sometimes it could be to do a favour for a writing friend, or more often I will simply be passing on to others the recommendation of a book I’ve loved. I’ve often had the feeling when I’ve enjoyed a particular book, that I want friends to enjoy it too. I want to be able to talk to them about it. Sometimes I feel sad, even a little lost, when I’ve finished a special book and I want to recall my own thoughts and feelings about it before I let it go. Sometimes I genuinely want the writer to know how much I’ve enjoyed their work, especially if I’ve felt a special connection with their characters or subject matter.

I’ve looked at the last twenty book reviews I’ve posted on Amazon and was surprised to note that seven of the books I’ve responded to were actually written by friends. The thing is, I have many talented friends!

In terms of the ethics of book writing, I think it is important to be honest but also kind – not every book deserves five stars and not all genres or styles are to my taste but most books have some merit that can be recognised. Good teachers always say it’s good to balance any negative comments with positives – I suggest in book reviews always look for the positives and handle negatives gently and with sensitivity. If the writing is truly awful, I would consider avoiding doing a review at all. (If it is offensive, pornographic, or downright rude, rather than reviewing it, I’d say report it). In most cases I would acknowledge that the writer has worked long and hard to create their 80,000 or more word masterpiece. They probably have battled through umpteen rejections before getting their book published, be it traditionally or independently, so most will appreciate some consideration.

Having said all that, if any of you readers out there have read and enjoyed reading ‘Lawn House Blues’ do feel free to submit a review on Amazon or Goodreads. Please regard this as a gentle nudge, as I’m not going to bribe you. Be assured it’s quite an easy and straightforward process to write and post a brief review and you might well make a writer’s day. I look forward to reading your kind comments!

Happy Birthday – time passes

It just happened to be my birthday this weekend, but more relevant to this blog it was also the 6 month birthday of Lawn House Blues. How time flies! Time plays tricks on us, stops and starts, breaks down and builds back up (like my husband’s watch).

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It seems like only yesterday that I was fretting over the book launch, but then again it seems a lifetime ago that I was writing, editing and re-editing the book. It was hard work and I’m still delighted to hear every single positive comment that comes in about the story. I still wish more people would read and enjoy it and hope as time passes the interest and readership will continue to grow. I have another novel in mind but will not be rushing it so meanwhile will press on with writing short stories and flash fiction. This will keep my hand in and hold the dreaded writers block at bay.

Have book, will travel

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This week I’ve had some lovely, appreciative messages from readers – a couple of them too good to keep to myself. From the sandy beaches of Sri Lanka, relaxing after a yoga class and feeling the gentle breeze from palm trees waving in the background, A.H. is here enjoying Lawn House Blues. She kindly sent me this picture ( shown with her permission) with a comment attached.

“What a place to read this book! Beside the Indian Ocean. Can’t put it down!!!!!!

Shortly after that I received a message from J.B.

‘Just in the Caribbean and I have read your latest novel. Thought it was fabulous.’

Getting messages like this is what this writing business all about. They have also made me realise that Lawn House Blues is a brilliant holiday read, with a nod to historic events, a smattering of suspense, a degree of intrigue, some sadness along the way maybe, but running strongly through the story a lot of love and some great friendships. Look no further for the perfect book to take on holiday this year.

 

February

FEBRUARY.  February came along with a virulent virus – as a doctor who is rarely ill I’m allowed to call it that. For two weeks I was stuck at home, isolated from friends, but with the dubious advantage of having more time to spend on social media. So how did that pan out?

*I gave Lawn House Blues a publicity push, hopefully encouraging more readers and also some reviewers

*I found new writing friends with interesting blogs to follow

*I discovered more writing competitions to look into and maybe enter

*I joined a Futurelearn course – click here for link .

This short, succinct course, called ‘How To Make a Poem’ is making me read and write poetry. I’m certainly trying new ideas and writing outside my comfort zone.

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*I am now looking forward to March and what ever it might bring in the way of inspiration (and weather).

Write-off, write on

JANUARY. With a case of January-itis, be it post Christmas or belated post-publication blues, January was flat until the last few days of the month. Suddenly towards the end of that long month, the blood-red-wolf-moon stirred some life into me and my husband and I took a last-minute trip to Amsterdam. Our canal side hotel, Hotel Ambassadore, had an amazing library of over 4000 books, signed by writers who had visited. I wished I’d taken a copy of Lawn House Blues for their shelves.

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Never mind – I found a new story of my own to write. I hasten to add the hotel in my story was far less charming than the Ambassadore, but I managed to complete it once home and send off to the devilspartypress.com competition– click here for the link.

I tend not to expect to win, or even get long-listed in writing comps; the competition from so many good writers is too great. However the very act of submitting a finished piece was in itself be rewarding and this first submission of the year has led to two more in quick succession. I now write on.

 

 

Blood Moon

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‘Bloody freezing in the garden,’ he huffed.

‘What do you expect at 5 a.m.’

‘It really was blood red.’

‘Your nose or the moon?’ she muttered from beneath the duvet.

‘Beautiful,’ he said.

‘Me?’

‘The moon.’

‘Wrong answer. Anyway, you can’t get in.’

‘Why?’

‘With hands like ice! You should wear gloves.’

‘In bed?’

‘No, outside.’

‘Have you tried using a camera wearing gloves?’

‘Guess not. Jesus, your feet are like blocks.’

‘I’ll keep to my side.’

‘You’d better.’

‘I need warming up.’

‘I’ll just get some tea and a hot water bottle then.’

‘Beautiful,’ he sighed from beneath the duvet.