Have you ever fancied yourself as a book reviewer?
If the answer is “yes”, then I would love to hear from you.
My debut novel The Beige Beetle was completed last year, but my first attempt at obtaining a few opinions about a piece of work that was actually ten years in the making didn’t quite go according to plan. However, now is the time for a second push... as the midwife said to th... maybe not.
The book is set in a university hall of residence in the 1980s. It deals with some very tough subjects and includes a few words that my parents definitely didn’t teach me; but despite having had two books professionally published, this is the work I am most proud of... of which I am most proud. Never end a sentence with a preposition, eh Wendy?!
If you’re not sure about penning a review, I recently found this post about my biography of Marie Prevost: “This slim, poorly written book takes a look at the life and work of a beautiful, talented and ill-fated actress who was one of Hollywood’s biggest stars in the 1920s, Its unfortunate, because Prevost deserves better.”
These carefully considered words came courtesy of a self-styled “arts journalist, author, silent film buff, pop culture enthusiast...” whose grasp of grammar (viz. “Its” minus the apostrophe) is particularly close to my definition of “poorly written”. My excuse is I do this for fun....
As if I would stoop so low....
Yeah right: Thomas Gladysz, thank you for you’re [irony] feedback.
You can easily do better than that can’t you? So here’s the deal. You send me your e-mail address and I send you a PDF copy of The Beige Beetle. You read it at your leisure, gather your thoughts, and then write a review (of whatever length) that simply needs to be honest. I am happy to receive constructive criticism, although praise tends to go down pretty well too.
Here is the link to what a couple of readers had to say... I really hope you’ll want to get involved.
Richard... Jack of some trades... you can guess the rest