Reviewing is itself a guilt-ridden pastime. Not because you’ve the power to ruin a writer’s reputation…because well, you don’t. At most you’ve the power to connect a few readers with books they might like, but that’s about it. No the guilt is all about keeping up. First you suffer from reading pile guilt, then you get to enjoy un-reviewed-book guilt. Not that I’m complaining. Ok, a little. We’re in it for the access to new books and authors and having to provide some sort of value is totally reasonable. Not only that, but most of us really enjoy writing reviews…it’s just that being naturally lazy, it’s easier to open up/download the next book on the stack and be off in a distant corner of the galaxy/realm/backyard fighting aliens/zombies/corporations/demons because we’re the only one that can save the day. Sigh. Continue reading

