Great Expectations

Here we are, another day, another blog. I had gotten lazy on the personal blog for some time, but then I started reading short stories which led to crime fiction which led to poetry which led to poetry guides, and many moon and even many more book purchases later, I need a good home for my reviews. So this is it. What can you, the reader, expect? Well, I am not a professional reviewer. I write what I think about a book, including weird grammar and misspellings, because I notice those, even when I try not to. My preferred genres include travel books, cookbooks, mystery novels, thrillers, adult literary fiction, fiction for young people, biographies (especially about or by musicians), short stories, and poetry. That doesn’t mean I don’t read anything else. But most of what occupies my nightstand… and my end table… and my dining table… and the bathroom… you get the idea… belongs to one of the genres I have just mentioned.

If you would like me to review a book of yours, please contact me via Netgalley or email me at vyvienn(at)gmail(dot)com. You can find many older examples of my reviews on Netgalley, Amazon, and Goodreads. Just be aware that I take the honest review idea seriously: I am equally likely to say what I didn’t like about a book as what I did like. So if you are merely looking for accolades, Kirkus Review might be more up your alley.

What do I expect from you, dear readers? I expect that sometimes you will disagree with my review, possibly violently so. While that is your right, I will not tolerate comments that are personally insulting to me, authors, or other readers or commentators. Netiquette may seem terribly 1998 at this point, but I insist on good manners around here. If you’ve read a book and are curious if I have, too, and what I thought about it, you can certainly ask or even suggest what I should read next. Just let me warn you right now: the waiting list is quite long already and likely to grow a bit longer by next month.

From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. (…) On that day when she first knew she could read, she made a vow to read one book a day as long as she lived.

Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

 

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