I love to read and to talk about books. I review many of the books I read. I do not accept any author/publisher submissions for reviews. I do not read or review ARCs. I do not enter any giveaways or contests. I obtain the books I review by purchasing them at the same price they are offered to the general public at the time of purchase. My reviews are intended for the use of my fellow readers. They are not advertising or promotion. They are not beta reads or constructive criticism or editing or advice to the author. My only obligation to the author is to pay the price charged for the book at the time of purchase. My reviews are sometimes critical and I will not stop posting critical reviews just to spare delicate authors' feelings. I am happy to make new friends, but friend requests from authors or promoters who have few or no books (and/or friends) in common with me and write or promote categories I do not read (especially new adult) will be ignored. I used to read more self-published books. After recent meltdowns by self-published authors, I now only read self-published authors I've previously read or who have been recommended to me by fellow readers I trust. I also used to read young adult/new adult books but rarely do so now.
I happen to be reading one right now!
I read some rom coms and other comic novels but they don’t usually make me laugh out loud. For really funny stuff, I like collections of short stories and anecdotes. The one I’m reading right now combines funny stories with food. I read these stories on the bus on my way to and from work and this type of book is perfect for that. I usually have just enough to time to read 2 of the stories in each direction so I get 4 per day. This morning I read one about a chef who as a young man spent a month doing a stage (similar to a short apprenticeship) in a highly rated restaurant in the French countryside. He was staying in a little guesthouse down the road from the restaurant and it was the off season so there were not many other people around. One morning as he was frantically trying to pull himself together to get to work on time, an owl flew in his window and landed on his bed. It did not have a Hogwarts letter, or if it did, he didn’t mention that part. And it did not wish to leave no matter what he tried. Other stories in the collection recount kitchen disasters including hundreds of escaped eels on a kitchen floor and nights when the kitchen staff got so in the weeds they were still serving appetizers at 12:30 to tables that arrived at 8:00 or catering disasters where 1200 portions of lobster went bad overnight and had to be replaced and cooked for a party the same day
The chefs who suffered these misadventures are all fairly well known and they have great attitudes about them, at least now. It’s a great way to start and end my work day and puts me in a good mood plus it's a good reminder that work disasters are usually fixable and are not the end of the world. I just hope my fellow passengers don’t think I’m too odd, since it really has made me laugh out loud a few times.