A different kind of reread

About six years ago, an editor sent me a book for a possible blurb. Based on their description, it was a book I thought I’d love, and I eagerly opened the file.

As I read, I felt my eagerness drain away, replaced by a growing sense that not only was this not a book I loved, it was one that I actually couldn’t stand to keep reading. I bounced off it early and hard.

The book published to both critical and popular acclaim. It’s bestselling, award-winning, and has a passionate fan base and equally popular sequels. So I was clearly in the minority.