Why should people leave reviews?
Guest post by Wendy Lou Jones
Before I became a writer, I never realised the power a review could yield. I never wrote them. I mean, who would care what I thought? And then I became a writer and it all became clear.
Writing a review is a way of speaking to the author. It can say this was good or that was bad, letting the writer know what worked and what didn’t. It can tell other readers of things to look out for. And not always in the way you may think. One man’s ‘too many sex scenes’ can be another’s go-to book. For one who likes description, a rant about how everything was ‘overly wordy’ might be a siren call to buy just one more book.
A review can help propel a book you loved into other reader’s atmospheres. It can announce ‘read this book’ or ‘steer clear if you value your sanity’ or any manner of things that might give a prospective reader a hint at what to expect.
And reviews don’t have to be wordy. A couple of lines can sometimes pack more punch than an essay. More people might well read it because of that. Or you can be daring and write a little longer, sharing all the things you liked or loved. Just be sure not to give too much away.
So now I review things. Many things. Last time I looked I was in the top 250 reviewers on the Sainsbury’s website; I kid you not. I review books, toys, clothing, anything that asks me to, if I have something to say. Or if they ask very nicely. It’s always nice to do something for someone polite, who gives up their time to make the effort to reach out.
They’re not hard to do. The websites walk you through it. So click ‘review’ and start making your opinions count. Offer the hand of friendship to a poor starving author, sitting sadly, all alone, waiting to hear if someone, anyone liked their book and say hello.
About Wendy Lou Jones
I spent a happy childhood in West Sussex, where I avoided reading at all costs, so much so that my English teacher fell off her perch when I told her I got an A in my English lit. O-level (showing my age there!) “How did YOU get an A?” she was heard to exclaim.
I studied the sciences at A-level and managed to get through the university years without so much as a peek at a library (not entirely true, but pretty much.)
I worked as a doctor in my twenties and then dropped out to have kids. Having read about only one book a year through my teens, I was, by then, up to the dizzy heights of perhaps three? How on Earth did I end up here? Did I take a wrong turning somewhere in life? You might well think so. But what really happened was, one night, in my late 30s, I had a dream. As simple as that. A dream that inspired me. And I’ve been reading and writing ever since.
Books by Wendy Lou Jones
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