Friday, January 13, 2012
Why I Ditched My Rating System
Dear Future Self,
I have so many questions I want to ask you. Where do you work? Do you still write? How do you dress now? Are you going out with someone? Most of all, did Elena end up with Damon in The Vampire Diaries? I HAVE TO KNOW.
Just kidding. Well, not really.
I have a couple of things I want to discuss with you, but, before I do that, I just want to say that I hope you’re still posting on this blog and reading classics. They’re good stuff, you know.
If you read all my previous posts, you’re probably wondering why I ditched my rating system. I used to grade books from a scale of 1-5, one for the utterly craptastic, and five for the oh-my-god-I’ve-been-waiting-for-this-book-all-my life novels. There’s actually a very logical (and hopefully sane) explanation for that.
Before the end of 2011, I decided to get more personal on this blog. Instead of writing “reviews,” I wanted to start writing “journal entries.” I know it sounds cheesy, but I’m actually doing this for you. If I continued writing my reviews, you probably wouldn’t have anything to cringe at or be embarrassed about, but you wouldn’t remember the books you read at 19 or 20 very well, either.
You’re going to remember that some of the books you read were well-written, but that would be it. You would probably forget that you saw yourself in a fictional spinster from the 1940s or that you wanted to do violence to Lucas Corso from The Club Dumas with a blunt object—preferably a gigantic piece of frozen ham.
Cringe all you want at my somewhat naïve and sometimes cynical thoughts on the classics, but I hope, deep down, you’ll still recognize the person writing this post, this letter to you. I hope you’re well and happy, and, if you’re not, I’m sure you will be soon. Most of all, I hope you’re still in contact with the wonderful people you met through this blog, the ones whose thoughts sometimes align or contradict your own, the ones who love books more than you do.