The other day when I was in the library, I picked up a book by an author I have mixed feelings about and checked it out. I don’t even know why I did it. I have been disappointed in some way by every single one of said author’s stories I’ve read, to the point that I am looking at the book cover right now and asking myself, “Seriously? SERIOUSLY?”
I think the problem is that I want to like her books. Frequently, they have interesting premises or interesting characters, and it’s not like I expect every book I read to be perfect; I just kind of want the books to get to the ballpark of good instead of acceptable. Or good instead of absolute hatred. Which happened with the last book. And which is why I’m really wary of reading the new one.
It’s also entirely possible the book will be a fun, fast read and won’t be worth any of the angst (light though it may be) I’m having about it. I mean, the cover is pretty inviting.
I guess I’ll just have to read it and see.
The book, by the way, is Dirty Girls on Top by Alisa Valdes-Rodriguez. The book of hers I hated is, appropriately titled enough, Haters. I liked Dirty Girls Social Club and Playing with Boys and even her short story in Girls Night In, but I really hated Haters just that much. So much so that I totally said I didn’t like any of her stories in the first paragraph, which I just contradicted by saying that I did like three of her stories. Wow, maybe I should read Dirty Girls on Top just to get the bad taste of Haters out of my mouth.
(You can read my review of Haters at my old blog.)