Reading crappy books on purpose is hard work, you guys, and I say this as an attorney who has read a lot of dull things and written even more dull things, because there’s only so much drama you can put into a response to a motion to compel discovery. Trust me, I’ve tried.
Specifically, I’m struggling with whether I should review a self-published book, even though it has lots of good stepping off points (read: gross historical inaccuracies) because it’s kind of like drowning kittens. Also, what about dead authors? It just feels mean. Although I suppose I don’t have to worry about their feelings.