People often say “what if no one likes my book?” “What if it gets harshly criticised?”
Well not everyone will like what you write. To get some perspective it is worth selecting your favourite books, books which are classics, books which have sold millions and look up some of the bad reviews they got. This is not a “I-hated-it-too-OMG-how-could-anyone-hate-my-favourite-book” kinda thread but just to show that folk like different things.
Here are a few of my favourite books that I really enjoyed reading (ie books I have read multiple times) and the bad reviews they got.
Gormenghast – Mervyn Peake
About as enjoyable as falling down a lift shaft and finding a tax bill at the bottom. Turgid, plodding and endlessly rambling with totally irritating characters and a plot that progresses more slowly and painfully than a one-legged tortoise with a sprained ankle
I am Legend – Richard Matheson
If you want genuine excitement, tension and thrills every minute, I've just painted my garage door. Come and watch it dry!
Bigot Hall – Steve Alyett
After about a third of the way through everything got rather 'samey' and somewhat predictable.
(I struggled to find a bad review for this book. Odd comedy horror that literally has me screaming with laughter everytime I read it. Plot is a bit “loose” but the humour kills me every time)
Lord of the Rings – J R R Tolkien
the stories manage to be both rather silly and very long winded at the same time, with a multitude of dull characters that one struggles to identify with.
Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell – Susanna Clarke
Boring in the extreem. A bigger load of drivel I have yet to come across. It is badly written with no apparent plot and irrelevant footnotes that seem to be almost as long as the chapters to which they relate. I do, however recommend it to insomnia sufferers. This is almost guaranteed to send you to sleep in a very short time.
Siddhartha – Herman Hesse
a rambling treatise on why you shouldn't worry too much because it's not worth it. Oh, and love stuff without being a slave to said stuff.
Midnight’s Children – Salman Rushdie
Magical reality seems to be code for incoherent fantasy writing. I persisted, trudging through to the end in the forlorn hope of finding anything in this whinging, rambling drone of a book that might prove of any merit, and justify the time I spent reading it. It didn't, there was nothing. I can't think of a single redeeming feature other than being glad it was on kindle and therefore didn't waste paper.
The Hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy – Douglas Adams
Rubbish total and utter rubbish stay clear
Source: reddit post