So, today I finished another book. This time it was a book for the book club I am a part of. It is a fairly well-known book, and until today I had been planning on writing a review of it for the blog.
And then I started thinking about it. Here we have a book that is read by high school students every year. It has been the subject of much debate. Then I come along, and I want to review it.
What if I didn’t notice the right things about the book? What if my views aren’t strongly framed enough? And I tend to forget the time at which books were written, and just take them as they are. Is that going to be a problem? Instead of putting forward a well-formed opinion, what if I start looking like a blithering idiot?
Do I have any right at all to review a book that is so well-known? And if I don’t like it, is it reprehensible to mention that I didn’t enjoy the book? I mean, classics are classics for a reason.
Is this post about confidence? I guess partially. But I sit here, looking at my copy of this book, thinking to myself that as much as I want to review it, I just can’t. It would seem presumptuous of me when better people than me have torn it apart and put it back together word for word.
So then, what makes the other books I review so much better? Is it not presumptuous of me to try to review them as well?
Ah, the intricacies and difficulties of book reviewing.