Go, kid, go

I accidentally cut a bit of my finger…off. Not to be too grotesque, but it bled profusely, and now I am typing with one fewer than the ordinary number of fingers, as one is wrapped up in a hilariously ornate gauze bauble and isn’t much good to me at the moment.

Excuses, excuses.

Anyway, I’ve read several books this week and I realize that I don’t know quite how I want to interact with Goodreads; do I give a one-to-five-star rating based on how much a random person might enjoy the book for pure thrill and interest? Do I score based on whether I want the book to succeed? On pure quality? (Which is of course a standard of measure that differs from genre to genre, book to book.)

The obvious answer would seem to be “pure quality,” but I don’t seem to be able to shut the other parts of my head up. So for now I mostly eschew ratings, and just say I finished the book and leave it at that. WHY DOES THIS MAKE ME FEEL GUILTY?

I welcome your thoughts on Goodreads citizenship.

(And while you’re at it, why not add my novel to your shelves, or even pre-order it?)