Yes, I'm a book blogger. Yes, I write reviews.
And yes, somehow I lucked out and reviews are some of my highest-traffic content, despite the fact that I write way fewer of them than I intend to.
But I don't review everything I read. Far from it.
There are people who do that - and that's amazing, I admire you so much.
But I can't.
I just can't.
I don't have the energy or the time. And I'm trying not to do the work-myself-into-an-early-grave thing. With varied results.
And whether or not I'll be reviewing your book (metaphorical author who may or may not exist,) will be based on a bunch of factors - because you know that I don't have just one reason for absolutely anything.
(Warning: this post references the affects of Depression/Anxiety)