My brand-new, autographed copy of Shannon Butcher's No Control --the one I brought back with me from Polaris-- hopped in the shower with me. I guess it got lonely sitting on the shelf over there by itself, and wondered if it could make the leap through the shower curtain into the bathtub. The answer is yes, it can.
Fortunately, only the top edge got wet (albeit very wet), and it's still readable. I'm just annoyed because it's new and it's a signed copy. Likely the book knew this would annoy me and is now snickering.
I'm always a little wary about reading and reviewing something really popular. I read Neil Gaiman's American Gods a little while ago, and despite really wanting to like it, my reaction to the book was a resounding "meh." However, the book was written by NEIL FREAKING GAIMAN who has been elevated from major author to rock star status, with the rabid fanbase to match. So I posted my thoughts about the book he'd written, fully expecting to be slammed for my opinion.
When you write a review about something that ridiculously popular, people who would otherwise never have looked at what you have to say will come check it out. Brand familiarity, I guess. By the next day, I had a ton of responses to my review (yes, I know, a ton is a weight measurement. These were heavy comments), and I was pleasantly surprised that not a single person told me I was an idiot. People disagreed with me, but they were polite about it, and most of the American Gods fans said something to the effect of "oh, that's too bad." Needless to say, I had to ask them to turn down the hostility.
What was more surprising was that the vast majority of commenters agreed with me. I'm not fooling myself in thinking that mine is the most popular opinion out there, but after all the rave reviews I'd read, it was nice to know that my dissenting voice wasn't entirely alone. I expect the agreeing voices were the most common comments I got because they were relieved to find they weren't the only ones underwhelmed by all the hype surrounding the book, which was pretty much the same thing I felt reading their responses. So we all patted each other on the back and validated each others' opinions and it was a lovely thing.
(For the record, I think Neil Gaiman is brilliant, funny, and charming. I love the concepts behind his books. His method of narration just doesn't draw me in, though, and I'm always left aware that I'm sitting there reading a book. I thoroughly enjoy his blog, though.)
So the moral of the story is... uh, I don't actually know. I don't think I really have a point. The whole thing came to mind mostly because I just finished with Stephenie Meyer's Twilight, the fanbase of which rivals Potterdom for insane loyalty. People seem to either really love or really hate the book, and I apparently lost my head and thought "oooh, there aren't enough opinions about that book floating around already!" The response so far has been similar to my Gaiman review. A few people politely disagree, but the majority think my points are bang on.
Strangely, I didn't have a single person disagree with my critique of the romance novel Fabio wrote. I can't imagine why.