I honestly don’t think I’ve ever, ever posted two things in one day (really, posting twice in three months has been more my style), but after I read and wrote about that so-so Albert Brooks book, I wanted to officially note that I’ve decided it’s totally okay to talk about books I’m not completely crazy about. I used to not do that because I figured there were enough good books to write about that I could just not get into books I didn’t like. Believe me, I know how hard it is to write a good book, being in the middle of revisions designed to make a pretty good book. I admire anybody who gets through to the end. Still, what’s wrong with saying a book doesn’t work for me? People can disagree, after all.
Since I’ve decided it’s fine to write about books that bug me as much as books I love, I’ve decided it’s also okay to sound as cranky about what bugs me as I actually feel. Why not? It’ll keep me from writing about shopping on Craigslist, which is what I do when I haven’t read anything worthwhile in some time. Plus, you can only really write about Craigslist once, it not being an infinitely renewable subject. Books, on the other hand, are. A new one is being published, like, every second. (Okay, maybe every day. But often. Don’t make me look it up.) The result of unleashing my inner cranky is that I’ll have a lot more books to write about. I might even learn some things to avoid in my own work.