I’ve admitted to myself that I am, in fact, a literary groupie. However, this realization doesn’t really bother me. Really, I’m pretty good with that. I may get a bit fan boy at times, but I’m good with that too.
The event that kicked this off this morning was a note from Goodreads mentioning that someone liked a review I’d posted. I noticed the name and realized it was the author. You have no idea how much that made my morning. Is that geeky? Probably, but I really don’t give a crap.
I mean, I write at least a short Goodreads review of every book I read. In my record year, that was as much as 318. I’m not always completely fond of everything I read, but there always seems to be at least something good in most things I choose to pick up. I’m honest in what I say, so I never know what authors are going to think.
Frankly, some are just too big to notice. Sometimes my review is the 4000th entry and no one could possibly notice. Heck, I read a lot of books by dead people. I’d be damned surprised if they noticed.
Still, it’s cool to get a little quip like that from Goodreads when an author noticed my thoughts and actually liked them. I just say what I think, but when I enjoyed the book it just seems cooler when the author likes what I had to say about it. Is that fan boy? Does that make me a groupie? Probably, but I’m just not going to worry about it until I’m hiding in the bushes in the rain stalking some author outside their living room window. I’m enjoying this so it’s all good.