The Levels of Liking a Book

For me there are eight levels of how much I like a book.

One. I can’t read it. I just can’t. I mean, I’ll try if I really have to, but after reading the same paragraph half a dozen times, I’m just going to give up and google my way to a summary. It’s so extraordinary bad that I just can’t read it. My brain goes on a strike as soon as I try. It’s figuratively holding up a small sign saying “What do we want? Entertainment. When do we want it? Now!”

Two. I don’t want to read it. This is the part where my brain and I are sitting at opposite sides of the negotiation table, trying to work something out. My brain is threatening to go on another strike, but I successfully calm her down by promising her entertainment right after this one last job. Sure, neither of us actually wants to read the book, but we’ll struggle our way through it. Teamwork. Continue reading “The Levels of Liking a Book”


There is no bad fiction. Just preferences. A literary taste, if you please.

Horrors, or thrillers. An exciting romance. It’s really about the eyes that sees.

Are you into science fiction or fantasy? I have no doubt there will be a book for you.

And if you prefer the old classics, I can assure you: The options are not few.

It’s wonderful really, if you stop and think. At least I believe so, don’t you agree?

For in reality every book is really as different, as wonderful unique, as you and me.