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Why I’m Reading A Bad Book

I’m reading a really bad book right now. Probably the worst book I’ve laid eyes on in the past couple of years. The writing is bad, grammar is wrong in too many places, spelling is off, thE5207XDWthe historical facts are way off, the historical liberties taken reach way too far for comfort, and we’re not talking by just a little bit. The writer obviously didn’t do his homework. Either that, or he totally underestimated his reader. Doesn’t really matter which one, because his history is so wrong it’s actually made me laugh out loud.

Yet, every time I come across one of the glaring errors, which seems to be about every other page, I vow I won’t read the next page. Although I do anyway.

Why haven’t I just put it down and moved on to something else? I honestly don’t know. The farther I get into the story the more this book promises to frustrated me. I truly don’t believe the author is skilled enough to carry out a decent ending and I can pretty much predict the corner he’s going to write himself into. But I’m a third of the way through, and still threatening to quit.
So, why don’t I?

The first answer is simple. I paid good money for this book. It wasn’t one of the freebie e-books that are so abundantly offered these days, wasn’t even a cheap e-book. It was a top-cost e-book for which I paid enough that I want my money’s worth, even if that means more frustration all the way through to the bitter end. Does that make me cheap? Yes and no. Yes, because I resent having paid for this drivel (which somehow sucked in a fairly good Amazon rating). No, because I’m a little bit habitual, having been raised by the daughter of a depression-era mother, who never threw anything away if it had a purpose, and who certainly never invested in a book without reading it through cover to cover.

My mother learned from her mother, and I learned from my mother. We didn’t waste food, we didn’t waste resources, we didn’t waste money. I still don’t. I was married probably twenty years before I could actually leave food on my plate without feeling guilty. My house is always dark, no extra lights on if they’re not needed. And I can’t tell you how many “bad” books I’ve read only because I bought them. Sad thing about that is, life’s short, and there are so many good books to read. But old habits die hard, don’t they?

So, that’s my first answer. The one that doesn’t come from a writer. The second answer comes from the writer in me. My husband accused me of wanting to hang in just to see an epic fail. I think it’s the other way around. I want to see this book turn into an epic success. I’ve written myself into the same corner I’m predicting for this author. I’m sure that I’ve produced my own share of work that some reader has called it drivel. As writers, we all have. For me, though, I just want this book to succeed in the worst way. I don’t want to give up on it because I can imagine how long it took the author to write it, and I know how he must have slaved over the edits even though, in my opinion, someone didn’t get them right.

I never want to see a book fall flat because I’ve literally been there, done that with my own books and I know the process intimately. So even in a book where I see so many wrongs, I really do want it to right itself by the end. And that optimism is also something I learned from the best example – someone who always looked at things on the bright side. Having food on the plate was a blessing. Having a light to turn off and on was a miracle. And having the money to buy a book was good fortune many do not have.

So for now, I’m reading a bad book and keeping my fingers crossed, because the author deserves that much from me. But I’ve also invested in the James Patterson Master Class just to get his impression of what a good book is and so far, he’s right on every count. Of course, it’s James Patterson, what do you expect? But he says a good book holds its reader’s interest from start to finish, that it doesn’t let its reader down somewhere along the way. Most of all a good book is one you enjoy reading. So I suppose I’m lucky that in my lifetime I’ve read more good books than bad ones. Either way, I enjoy reading books both good and bad. Good books because they hold my attention and give me something to look forward to. Bad books because they teach me what I need to know to improve my own writing. Nobody sets out to write a bad book, so here’s to all the authors who end up writing them. I hope they read some good books along the way so they can see the difference.

Until next time, here’s wishing you health and happiness…

DD

PS: Feel free to visit my website at http://www.Dianne-Drake.com and find me at Twitter there.

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4 thoughts on “Why I’m Reading A Bad Book”

  1. Taking my hat off to you for sticking at it, Dianne. I get very impatient with bad books these days, thinking there are so many more I want to read that hopefully I’ll enjoy, and why waste precious reading time. But I can see why you’re aiming to finish it. Here’s hoping it turns out to be worth your while.
    Cheerss

  2. Dianne,
    I have a thing about finishing the books I start. It is hard for my to say I didn’t read it all. That said, some books just need to end.

  3. Power to you Dianne! I wonder if this is vaguely akin to why I tip horrid waiters. (Read: I’ll show you, awful waiter! I will outshine your grumpy/poorly tempered/badly timed/slovenly service with my gentle smile and generous tip). I think there’s some sort of pay-it-forwardness in that…but it probably never comes true. Your aim of learning from their mistakes is far more fruitful. Happy reading!

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