I just finished up my most recent batch of books to review and was thinking “Hmm, what should I read next?” when a ginormous padded mailer came from the nice UPS man filled with my next batch of books.
Wow. So many trees, giving up their lives so valiantly in the name of books that should never have been published.
I don’t have it worked out scientifically, but if I had to guess I’d say maybe 10% of what I read for review was worthy of the ink and the rest are not. I’m spared the truly dreadful self-published items (truly, truly dreadful, I must say) but occasionally a stinker lands in my lap and there’s nothing to do but hold your nose and dive in.
Out of kindness for all involved I am not revealing the title, but there’s a tiny little sticky note on one of my review books with a small handwritten “sorry” printed on it. It’s nice to know that my editor (or their assistant) cares enough to acknowledge the inherent pollution involved.