I just read a review of The Nightmarys that someone posted on Goodreads. Written by a teacher or librarian, I assume. It’s probably the meanest review I’ve ever gotten.
Example: “I was routing for [the main character] to fail just so I could convince myself the nice twist at the end was worth the months of forcing myself to read it.”
Uh, what does that even mean? She goes on to talk about my “flowery” writing and how pointless my metaphors were. Okay. Fine.
Once upon a time, I would have been devastated to read this woman’s opinion. And yes, it still kinda hurts. But I also realize that some people just hate my writing… And that’s okay.
Yet, I still read these reviews… why, Dan, why??? ;^)
That being said, the last sentence of the review made me very happy:
“Most of the students in my school bought and read the book, so I’m sure he’ll be very popular, just not with me.”
Woohoo! Most of the students in the school bought and read the book??