So a colleague sent me an email congratulating me on my positive PW review. This is the exact same review which I complained about in my last post, thinking it was absolutely terrible.
I reread the review this morning, and was like, what the hell? Is this the same review I read yesterday? Why did I think it was so terrible?
This is, I think, what happens when you think the world revolves around you–when some creepy part of you is still a two-year-old who had very wonderful, doting parents. “DON’T YOU SEE MY INCREDIBLE GENIUS!”, you think. “I’M ONLY 2, AND I ALREADY KNOW MY ABC’S!”
So I didn’t get a starred review. And the review said that, at times, the book “felt dated” and that the characters seemed “schematic.” But in the end, the reviewer called the book an “uncommon literary illustration of the split-identity common to gamers” and really that’s pretty positive.
Man have I been thin-skinned of late. I hope all the people who’ve had to deal with me in the last couple weeks can forgive me. It’s only going to get worse.