One-star reviews are the best thing in the world to me because most of them give off this frantic energy, this unhinged sense of purpose. “I must yell about this book online or I’ll DIE,” they all seem to say. And I love that! At various points in my life, I, too, have found myself besieged with more feelings than I knew what to do with. I may not always agree with the one-star review in question, but I can certainly relate to the emotional intensity that prompted it.
And the only thing I love more than a one-star review? Guessing which book the reviewer had in mine when they decided to furiously put fingers to keyboard. So let’s make with the quizzing!