I'm not sure I'll ever read another book again. Perfect Escape by Jennifer Brown may have destroyed my ability to read for pleasure. I'm pretty sure that everything I may read for the rest of my life will be awful by comparison. The bar has been set too high and my bookshelves are now weighted down with fail...
It's a rare feeling upon finishing a book that one can be so wholly satisfied with the experience that the thought of reading something else seems nothing short of absurd. That is exactly how I feel. Hopefully, this feeling will fade after a good night's sleep. My sentiment aside I do feel a bit confused as to how to leave comments for this book. I generally rip the books I love to shreds. The ones I don't like I spend time trying to express reasons as to why. I rarely rant or gush and when I do those are my worst bits of commentary.
I won't be ripping Perfects Escape to shreds and I'm not even going to attempt to temper my gushing. In thinking about this I've come up with the following three thoughts:
1 The book personally speaks to me in a powerful and favorable way and for whatever reason I can't see it objectively.
2 The book is factually the best bit of fiction ever set to paper.
3 A combination of the above two (which is what I'm currently feeling, hours after finishing it).
There may be other options, but right now, I admit to being blind to them--willfully or not. I don't want to talk about this book. I want to forcibly make my friends read it so I can talk about it with them. I'll write it up tomorrow or the next day (I'm gonna take at least that long and enjoy basking in the glow of how good this book was). Once written, I'll hang onto it for a bit longer in hopes of not gushing to the point of losing credibility.
Is objectivity a set goal in writing a review? If so, I plan on failing that criteria.