… and other times I have barely anything to say.
Sometimes I will find myself finishing a book and there will be things that I want to talk about because I absolutely loved those books and there were certain aspects of the book that I thought were definitely worth mentioning.
Then there are other times where I just feel like the book is alright, I enjoyed it for what it was but there was nothing that made me want to sit down and share my thoughts with the book.
When a book has aspects that I really don’t like then I find myself just wanting to vent about the things that bothered me and why it annoyed me. I can often find myself writing a huge paragraph about a single aspect of a story that affected me in some way.
And then there are the books that while they had aspects that bothered me, I just had absolutely nothing to complain about or get worked up about. The bothers were almost forgotten by the time I put down the book.
So if my thoughts on a book seem small and don’t say too much, it’s most likely that I just don’t have a lot to say about the book because it was pleasant but not amazingly so.