I have just abandoned reading Yellowface by R F Kuang. It now joins the other books on my extensive list of ‘hyped reads I was inevitably disappointed with’. Just a few on this list are Hamnet by Maggie O’Farrell, Normal People by Sally Rooney, Where the Crawdads Sing by Delia Owens, Malibu Rising by Taylor Jenkins Reid, Lessons in Chemistry by Bonnie Garmus (not reviewed because I abandoned it), The Appeal by Janice Hallett, The Dutch House by Ann Patchett, The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle by Stuart Turton, and Klara and the Sun by Kazuo Ishiguro. For every massively hyped book I’ve encountered and not liked, I’ve read a hundred lesser-known, little-promoted books which I’ve really enjoyed. It seems unfair that certain books are relentlessly pushed upon consumers via social media and in bookshops, to the point where you feel there is something wrong with you if you haven’t enjoyed what all the bloggers and critics are raving about, while brilliant books go under the radar because they don’t have the finances and connections of a mighty publisher’s marketing team. I so rarely like what happens to be the zeitgeist book of the moment that from now on, super-hyped books will be the lowest priority and I will be focusing on reading exactly which titles appeal to me, whether anyone has heard of them or not.