Okay so when I finish reading a book I loved, I’ll often write a short review or give it a good rating and leave it at that. But with books I hate it’s different, in fact sometimes I’ll be midway and not want to continue reading but my desire to “hate” on it properly and my curiosity to how worse it can get will motivate me to finish it so I can write a long essay on why it was bad. It’s not tiring, it actually comes very easily but I can’t help but think sometimes if I have an issue or other people might feel or act like that.
I would have loved to be able to write an absolutely scorching analysis of a book we’d had to read in school. It would have probably gotten me to think more about the book than figuring out that orange was the color of love or some shit like that.