Why don’t I bash, or even rate books?

There are so many arousing, beautiful, colorful, delicious, evocative, fanciful, gratifying, hot, inviting, jovial, kinky, lascivious, masterful, notional, outstanding, prurient, quenchless, racy, steamy, titillating, unreal, voracious, witty, X-rated, yearningly, and zero cool books (sorry, I got a little carried away) that I don’t feel the need to waste my time cutting down others.  There are plenty of exceptional books to discuss.  When I read a book that disappoints, I simply move on to the next book.

I prefer to celebrate the great stories.  When I read something that makes me laugh or excites me, I desperately want to share my enthusiasm.

As the saying goes, “if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.”

I don’t rate books, because I don’t care to judge books like that.  Also, sometimes certain books are best read when you are in a certain mood.  If the book and my mood don’t align, then my rating could be affected.

And hey, it’s just my opinion anyway.

 to all the authors that write awesome books!!!