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We’ve had a number of discussions amongst us duckies, as well as with ya’ll out there, about how we grade the books we read. Sybil and some of the other gals here at The Pond feel that a book starts out being an average book, a C grade, and then it either rises or lowers from there during the reading of the book.

I’m the exact opposite.

borders.jpgAfter spending a fair amount of time browsing at my local Borders, after reading a lot of back-cover blurbs to decide which books to buy during my foraging from shelf to shelf, I go home with a bag of books that I feel are the best of the bunch on display at that point in time. Why then would I consider any of those books to be average? If I wanted average, I would just pick up any old book and hope for the best.

Therefore, time and money spent, when I crack open any book, even a debut author, someone I’ve never heard of before or something new from an old all-time favorite, that book has the potential to be an A+, one the best books I’ve had the pleasure to read. The onus at that point is truly on the author. She is either going to maintain that A+ by blowing me away with her work between those pages or she’s going to go down in grade depending on what she does give me.

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I guess the next question is what makes the grade go down for me. Or, conversely, what makes a book maintain that high grade throughout the reading. As I’m sure some of you have noticed since I joined the Pond sometime last year, I’m a very happy reader. I enjoy a good portion of the books I read. Actually, a darned good portion. I suspend belief, thus my love of paranormals; historical accuracy is not important to me; I don’t read between the lines (guess that’s why I’m not fond of the “classics”); I don’t nitpick; I usually don’t think outside the cover of the book; I don’t look for deep-seated meaning in books. I take what the author gives me. I don’t feel it’s my place to question the author, who had a particular goal in mind when she wrote her book. There’s a reason she wrote that heroine a little whiny the first half of the book or why she used the misunderstanding approach between characters or why she didn’t do a million other things readers can come up with after finishing a book. It’s her book, for heaven’s sake. If you don’t care for her book, that’s one thing. But to tell her hey, you screwed up when you didn’t do this, that should never have been done way, why in the world would you make your characters do that, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. Why should I be second guessing her and telling what I would have done? I didn’t write the book.

Okay, there are those books you just don’t care for, right? That’s fine. I have those too. You don’t care for the author’s voice or writing style; you don’t like your favorite author trying out a new genre; you don’t care for the time period used in a storyline, that heroine was way too silly for anyone to like. There’s multiple non-generic reasons for you just not taking to a book. I have those moments too, even admist all my happiness when reading. That’s different from flat out hating a book for certain reasons. Read on, please.

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I read to be entertained. I read to leave my crappy world behind and live in a fairytale world where men and women are larger than life, where they overcome huge, nearly insurmountable odds to find one another and have the romance and love of a lifetime. I love an alpha hero. I love when he falls hard for the heroine and will do anything, even die, for her. I love when a wolf finds his mate. I do enjoy a kick-ass heroine too. I also don’t mind the aforementioned whiny heroine as long as she gets her act together just as the hero does to deserve that HEA. I want emotion. I want gut-wrenching emotion that pulls tears out of me. I want conflict, believable or not, to make my happy ending all the more pleasurable. I want great and wonderfully impossible love scenes in my books. And with all the great authors out there, I get all this and more every time I open a book.

Now, having said all that, there are those books that even I haven’t been thrilled with, that I can cart off to the UBS in no time flat. There’s relatively few, but they do exist. Although most of my reads are graded highly, I have given some lower grades — even an F. Only one F so far, but it was deserved. I even recently had a DNF. Wonders will never cease it seems. I don’t like a book that gets too silly. I really dislike stupid, inane dialogue. And I hate it when a storyline and characters are totally negative for 299 pages of 300. Bad love scenes give me the willies. And, of course, a book written by someone who should have never put pen to paper really irritates me. Even I can tell when I”ve come across an author like that. These are things that will make a grade drop accordingly for a book from that intial A+. Other than that, most anything else is fair game for me.

So. I don’t expect many of you to agree with me. This is how I look at reading and books and authors. Sometimes because of my job my reading time is cut down to nil. Nada. Zilch. Can’t pick up a book for days. Withdrawals are imminent. Because of that, that’s why, I believe, I look at things a little differently than most of you; that’s why I look at every book so optimistically. Why would I want to pick, pick, pick at my books so that I enjoy so very few? Why would I want to be irritated or frustrated with a book or an author when I can be happy every time I pick a book up, when I go in expecting the impossible, the unbelievable, a man in a million, an unattainable love?

mikey_life11.jpg I like everything! Just like Mikey. That’s my new nickname around The Pond now. I gobble up that everything and love it just like Mikey did his Life cereal.

So what are you? Are you a nitpicker? Are you a history sniffer outer? Do you ask “Why?” of the author when you’ve closed the book or thrown it against the wall? Do you sigh over and dream about those alpha heroes? What do you look for when you grade a book?