I wrote a book, and remember reading the first review. It was a one-star rating complaining that the book had been published late. I was in hospital at the time recovering from a brain injury. My brother had helped get the book over the finish line with last-minute edits while I lay a few feet away in pain.
I don't really care for reviews. They reduce us to our produce. They ignore the very thing that materializes the creation: the human.
I take things to heart. It's not because I am "non-growth oriented" or over-sensitive. It's because I'm human.
I don't really care for reviews. They reduce us to our produce. They ignore the very thing that materializes the creation: the human.
I take things to heart. It's not because I am "non-growth oriented" or over-sensitive. It's because I'm human.