When I started this blog it was mostly for two reasons, firstly to have a forum to rant about books and not bore my friends, who are mostly not obsessed with books or even vaguely interested. Secondly, I wanted to get to know like minded bloggers, have chats and generally meet nice people.
With both objectives safely fulfilled it was with a huge amount of surprise and more than a small amount of glee that Mr Stephen Baum AKA Bumba asked me if I would like to review his book Up In The Bronx. Naturally I jumped at the chance and was in all honesty a bit gobsmacked that anyone would ask me to review anything.
After the initial shock and then utter excitement – I must add that this was shared by my friends as well, 16 of whom liked my Facebook status, my joint highest ever amount of likes, along with the status about having inadvertently run up a £131.80 bar tab – but I digress. Me being me, I naturally went into over thinking mode, which I don’t ever recommend especially if you are me, but sadly he/(me)/(I) never listens.
When I usually write a review I am always (of course) honest about my opinions but it occurred to me that instead of just reviewing a random book, this time I am actually in contact with an author, an author who will be dissecting my words and having real emotions about them. Normally my reviews count for perhaps a couple more books sold or left on the shelf, if that, but they have no real intrinsic value apart from being an opinion and there have been a few harsh reviews that I have done in my time. This time though I feel I have to weight my words, be more constructive in any critical response (if that happens) but inversely if I am to enthusiastic I also have to be able to explain why.
In short I was worried about how my integrity may be perceived by you, my intrepid readers. There were cold sweats at one point as I turned all this over in my head, until it occurred to me that you guys come back based on how I write, so to change that would be a pointless gesture as that would compromise the style that I have.
Anyways the parcel arrived today with the (signed) book, some postcards and an accompanying CD, I’m all for immersion into a setting or indeed a feeling of a book andthis seems a unique way of doing it. I shall start commencing reading at the beginning of next week at the latest, until then I shall get a feel for the music and imagine myself as reviewer to the stars. This would also be a oppurtune time to mention that I am open to reviewing any work that people would like to put before me.
Up In The Bronx and One Life or The Lives of Chester Knowles are available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble etc, if you fancy a look for yourselves.