After I read a book, and then sit down to review it, my heart always sinks a little bit when I give it a 3/6 rating. It’s such a wishy-washy rating that I always wish I could change it – even to a 3.5! To me, a 3 is a book that makes me go, “Eh, it was good. I’ll forget about it in a week though.” It’s such a shame!
A 0-2 will make me remember a book, because I had a clear idea of what I disliked, and it bothered me enough for me to give it that rating. Basically:
A 4-5 rating will usually see me gushing about how much I loved one or two aspects of the book. Like this:
If it’s a 6, I’ll probably be one of two things: either speechless from awe or overly verbose because books. Essentially:
With a 3… there’s just that sense of middling. Neither love nor hate. When I sit down to write a 3 starred review, I usually end up looking a bit like this:
These reviews tend to take the longest to write, just because I don’t really know how I feel. It was good, but I can’t identify what was missing that would have made it great. I mean, all reviews are hard to write because there’s that inherent need for me to use all caps lock and flail around full fangirl mode (if it’s a 4-6) or rant endlessly for 1000+ words (if it’s a 0-2), when I try to put together a coherent collection of my thoughts. But really, the 3s are the hardest.
You know what I realized while writing this post?
You know what else? I’ve been wanting to use that cat gif for so long it’s not even funny.