I feel as if I’ve grown more critical of books. Maybe it’s because I’ve become more popular and am overwhelmed with books, but I look at them with more demands now.
I want good characters, a great plot, and a vivid world. I want to feel a sense of accomplishment afterwards.
I hate books that waste my time, that aren’t edited, aren’t thought out, because I could use my reading time on a different book that’s worth more to me. I want to spend my life reading gorgeous, amazing, books.
But maybe that’s how I approach my whole life now. That I want things to have more value. I have less patience for things that I don’t like because I’m more aware of my tastes and my limited lifespan.
Perhaps, then again it just got kind of dark.