I’m a book whore. I’ll do pretty much anything for a free book. Well, not that, but nearly anything else.
Surely I’m not the only one who gets slightly giddy at the thought of a book, and downright titillated when someone mentions it’s free??
So imagine how engorged and tingling I was when I found Blogging for Books. Over 2 million books, of all types, just begging to be read, for FREE!! Okay, not totally free, but for the mere price of a review, so practically free. Pick your book, read it, review it on your blog and link it up, and get another book. A book whore’s delight!
Not so delightful was my first free title, My Life in Middlemarch.
I must admit to being a reader who is first enticed by the cover of a book, and this one was no exception.
The cover is the best thing about it.
I believe it was P.T. Barnum that said a sucker is born every minute, and I was definitely sucked into this one by that cover. More specifically I was sucked into a world of quotation marks.
The description seems now to be nothing but a bunch of smoke and mirrors.
“In this wise and revealing work of biography, reporting, and memoir, Rebecca Mead leads us into the life that the book made for her, as well as the many lives the novel has led since it was written.”
Of the 10% of the book I read, which I would liken to slogging through a hasty pudding of English literature, I don’t believe even 1% of that was memoir. The majority of it was merely quotes from other books, or bits of research, that jumped hither and yon.
This book left a bad taste in my mouth for this author, and the extremely homely “George Eliot”. I couldn’t swallow another bite and had to walk away.
However, it shall not deter me from diving into more titles due to my extremely book whorish tendencies!!
And remember my fat bottom stalkers, life is entirely too short to read bad books!!