I’m sure if I was a wiser, better person, I just wouldn’t post anything. But, really, if you don’t like a blog or a site, don’t go there. Don’t read it. Life is too short.
And you know what? Not everyone is going to agree with what is right—or not—to post. I have blogs I don’t visit, because they irritated me or even disgusted me. (And if I’m mesmerized despite myself, well, that is my responsibility.) But no one is forced to go read whatever.
I don’t get it.
I know someone who refuses to read any reviews of her work. Just doesn’t want to know. Her perogative and good for her.
If you don’t like negativity—though negativity, like much else, is one of those eye-of-the-beholder things—don’t visit it.
I suppose I sound self-righteous. Sigh. And I admit that while I’ve had meh reviews, I haven’t had a book shredded.
In other news, just adored this quote of Alison Kent’s, found in the comments of this post by Janine of Dear Author:
This is something I think isn’t talked about enough, how forward motion doesn’t have to stop to give the description of a parlor or a character’s clothing or the landscape.