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Goodreads One Star Junkie

Yes, I sometimes watch and sing along to Jem and the Holograms on Youtube.
Yes, I sometimes selfishly eat cookies while watching Netflix late at night while the rest of my family sleeps.
Yes, I often dance in the car to Japanese pop rock or Reggaeton (red lights mostly).

In high school, my music instructor, Mr. K. would often wax philosophical about humanity and its love affair with what he called “the Killer Instinct” (no, not the videogame fellow geeks and nerds, but that opening music is deliciously sweet (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2w85y-N8lKw), but I digress, (as usual).

Mr. K. often lamented about how traffic became worse because people often slowed way down in order to look at the aftermath of carnage, perhaps a bloody lost limb (like in the movies) a body being slipped into a black bag of death. I, on the other hand, made it my habit to keep driving and carry on (while whispering a little prayer of thanks that I’m still alive)!
To this day, when I see the flashing sapphire and ruby lights of emergency vehicles, I make it my business to mind my own business and clutch the steering wheel tight and drive on – straight ahead! For some reason, I cling to the idea that this makes me contrary to what most people do – wanting to see the carnage and bloodshed of other humans like voyeurs desensitized to violence and horror. I’m most likely wrong about myself, but hey, this is how I operate. 🙂 I’ve got to be unique!
However, I do have another shameful confession besides the three I mentioned earlier. I am a self-dubbed, Good Reads One Star Junkie. Like moths drawn to fire, like people drawn to slow down and stare at accident sites, like sharks drawn to the scent of blood, like cockroaches drawn to whatever they’re drawn to (you get the picture) I am drawn to the one star reviews of “popular” books. But not just any books. No, no, no.
I’m talking about the crème de la crème of the literary world! The beautiful ink and paper offspring of New York Times Bestsellers! And not just any one star reviews either. I like mine full-bodied and bold, like a perfect glass of wine that leaves a strong taste long after I have done reading the review. I go weak in the knees at reviews that support their disgust and utter hatred for these books with mini-novella rants that could be described as blasphemous for going against the status quo. I adore the readers/reviewers who eviscerate a book and bare the guts and entrails for all to see! I even forego watching Netflix, in order to curl up with my laptop, a box of chocolate chip cookies (sometimes potato chips) and read each review, relishing or gasping at each and every word.
Reading these has become a guilty pleasure, a delicious obsession that I cannot break. And the strange thing about it is that reading them MOTIVATES me to write. Ironically, one would think that reading such brutal, visceral reactions from readers who can be downright merciless in their diatribes would discourage a not yet published writer (save for poems and short stories – sigh), but non, non! I find their sore displeasure not only invigorating, but inviting me to produce something better!
My favorite Goodreads reviewer and exceptionally brilliant writer, who sometimes gives one stars (and for wonderful, well supported reasons) is Kira (named after the driving and intelligent protagonist of Ohba’s Death Note). While eating cookies or taking a potato chip (and eating it) I have to read her juicy tidbits as she whips open a can of whoop-ass on very successful writers who dared to NOT live up to their name and alleged talent. She often starts out with beautiful anecdotes about her daily life, history, or with a dry and direct opinion about the book. I do also read book reviews she highly favors, but, alas, doing so is just not as enjoyable.
To sample one of Kira’s best work, click here: http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/154595401?book_show_action=true&page=1
So, be honest, are you a Goodreads One Star Junkie, too? Comments and confessions are always welcome. 🙂