In recent weeks, I’ve been caught up in reviewing books and trying to write when I can. What I’ve discovered is something many people probably know but few will tell you: reviewing is a terribly humbling experience.
This isn’t meant to be self-deprecating, but rather a celebration of the talent and creativity that goes into the works that other authors are offering up to the subjective opinions of a stranger. I’ve enjoyed most of what I’ve read, and while some of them do not belong to my usual genres of choice, I can still appreciate the worlds that are created inside of the minds of these writers.
Whether my reviews have more constructive criticism or praise, these people already have my respect.