I Thought I Could...

But I just can't. I finished a really great book today called Finnikin of the Rock. I was starting to write my review.

But basically I've been up since before five this morning. And I stayed up with my niece and nephew last night watching New Moon. Not for the movie so much as for the company because I knew I would be leaving in the morning and I wanted to spend more time with them before I left. And sometimes sacrifices have to be made. So I took one for the team and sucked it up.

And now I'm trying to write a review worthy of the book I just finished, and well, I can't. I'm too tired to give it the attention and detail I think it deserves.

Which has me wondering why I write book reviews. I mean, a few of my friends read them on goodreads. And probably a few more of the friends on goodreads skim them over. So why do I care? I just love to write, and I love it when I read a book that I can really get into. I can write less that flattering review for a book that I did not like pretty easily. Probably because it is much easier to tear something apart.

I wonder what that says about me?...Um...???

But when it comes to a good book that I really want to praise - it isn't as easy and I guess I want to do it justice. Perhaps because I believe the author gave it all she had. Because she cared about what she was writing. It makes me care about what I write in response. So tomorrow, tomorrow. Tomorrow I will have the energy to write what I know I can write. In the mean time, read Finnikin of the Rock. Trust me. It was goooooooood!