As an author, you’re a public figure. Whether you like or not, your works—your books—become a free-fire zone for public opinion.
I don’t disagree with that. People spend their hard-earned money to buy your products and thus have every right to express their thoughts about them.
Your books will be both acclaimed and denigrated. It’s part of the business. I don’t particularly like getting a thumbs down in a book review—and I don’t often—but it comes with the territory. Readers have different expectations and standards. I get it.
But some criticisms totally puzzle me. Like one that Cascadia got a few days ago that said, in part, “This felt like a ‘chick’ novel . . . . I expected more hypothetical scenarios involving the aftermath of the mega-quake, but instead received a novel about romantic relationships.”
Romantic relationships? Uhh, are you sure you read Cascadia?
Yes, there are relationships in the novel. But certainly nothing of a classic romantic nature. There is what I’d term an “anti-romantic” subplot, but true romance? Nope.
And I didn’t, by design, dwell on the aftermath of the disaster. I focused instead on the conflicts, both moral and physical, that people face when caught in the teeth of an unimaginable tragedy.
Like I said, folks have different expectations and standards. But “chick novel?” Gotta be honest. That one left me totally bamboozled.