I have been a member of Goodreads for several years. I enjoy reviewing books, and seeing what my friends are reading. I don’t often recommend a book, but sometimes I find one I just know a certain person will enjoy as much as I did.
I also listed my own books. It’s a little confusing, because I use two author names, the variation being either Sandra or Sandy. I started out with Sandra, but no one calls me that, so I switched. A mistake in retrospect because people trying to find me ( assuming there may be one or two) may not know which one to type in. It also resulted in two author pages on Goodreads.
No one on Goodreads reviewed or rated my books, and I became resigned that I would remain unknown and unsung. Then, as I was listing my latest novel, I saw that someone had rated a book! Now, there had been a slight uptick in sales on that particular one and I mused that perhaps a book club somewhere was reading it. But someone had read it and although she didn’t write a review, she did give it three stars and listed herself as a fan.
Three! I was hurt and insulted. I have never received less than four, and mostly fives, on Amazon and B&N.
That snit lasted about two minutes. Then I remembered my own rating policy. I reserve a five for the most well-written, persuasive books that stay in my mind days and even weeks after I reluctantly closed the cover. A four if it is really, really good.
So I can’t complain about a three. The reader was honest. She liked the book enough to take time to rate it. It isn’t a memorable book, but a pleasant little read, the kind of book you might take on an airplane or to the beach. If I read it, I’d probably give it a three myself.
I ended up feeling quite pleased. Someone liked my book. I have a fan.
And that’s a good feeling.