What’s the worst thing about being a book reviewer? Having too many books to read and not enough time to review them? Struggling to put your opinions into words? Technical problems with files, devices and websites? No, for me it’s quite an odd problem. Unless it’s a book I already know I won’t review (e.g. a re-read) I draft the review in my head while I’m reading, even at the beginning of the book, maybe even before I turn the first page! I can’t separate my experience of the book from the knowledge that I’m going to review it. Unless, of course, I decide not to review it. I think being a reviewer does make me more critical of books. Whether this lessens my enjoyment of reading, I’m not sure. It seems rather a pity to consume so much literature and not share my thoughts on it, but at the same time my mind is too much occupied with what I’ll say in my review, when I should be focusing on the book. Perhaps I shouldn’t be worrying about it at all, this is just the way I read now, and it has been that way for several years. Recently I’m putting less pressure on myself to review books, or even to finish them. This ensures that when I do review a book, it’s because I have something to say about it… sentences which have been floating across my brain while I read, and are waiting to be transferred on to the blog! Sometimes it’s fun, and other times it’s a curse…