Pretty much, yes.
Yesterday, I published a very snarky review of The Wolf Gift.
The only writer that I will publicly “review” is Anne and that’s for one reason: I expect nothing less than greatness from the woman who set me on my path and when she falls short of, or flat flops off of, that lofty perch I sat her upon for so many years, it pisses me off. Plain and simple.
I’ve had professional reviewers tell me that they would never, ever do what I did and post a bad review. They would gloss it over, or just not post one. Why the hell not? If you’re a pro, I’m looking to you for your honest, professional opinion and if I open a book based on your good review and I find crap, I’m gonna be pissed at you and never take your advice again. Are you trying to spare the author’s feelings by keeping quiet? They’re a writer, they should have skin as thick as an elephant or they need to quit, or just have an Internet meltdown and provide us weeks of entertainment. Either way, suck it up, buttercup, and don’t lie by omission. You are not doing your readers any favors. And, really, you’re not doing anything for the author, either.
Could you imagine if I posted that I loved that book and say… Nia… decided to read it based on my review? She’d freakin fly to Georgia and kick my ass. And she could, too.
Just for the record, I’ve made it a policy not to publicly review books by anyone I know, even if the book is the most fabulous thing I’ve ever read. If I post a great review of Dick’s book, but keep silent on Jane’s book, as per the above “pro” policy… don’t you think Jane is gonna catch on that I hated her book, simply because I posted nothing? How long do you think that friendship would last? Now you see my point. The friendship is worth more than a review. So, to be fair, I do not review anyone I know. Ever. Beta read for you, yes. Review on like Amazon or Goodreads? No.
So, no, I’m not going to apologize for reviewing Anne in a bad light yesterday, not in any way, shape or form. Why not? Because I’m brutal, I have no filter – none of which is a secret – and I would want someone to do me the same courtesy of telling me that something I’d written was not good.