I don’t know why exactly, but I love to read the bad reviews,

The rude ones are the best, that really dig in nails

The ones you know are likely to be hurtful

But also sort of funny when you’re not

Receiving words so barbed they’ll tear up skin.

Now, I promise I’m not intentionally horrible. And I’m the kind of person who struggles to give any book a rating less than three stars on Goodreads, just in case the writer reads it and it hurts their feelings.

However, I do sometimes find myself filtering out the one star reviews for absolutely anything and almost luxuriating in the negativity at that end of the spectrum.

Some of those are scathing and some are bloody hilarious, especially when it’s something you were thinking in your head anyway. I particularly enjoy this activity when there is a book that everyone seems to love and you have to keep it on the down low that you thought it was bloody awful.

I don’t condone writing bad things about people on the internet, but I do apparently condone spending several hours reading said comments. Come on, we all have to have some sort of a dark side.

Much Love

Rachel xx