When I first began blogging, I was hitting up Netgalley like there was no tomorrow. Seriously leaning on that ‘request’ button. And then, like gorging at the breakfast buffet, you pause, feel sick and remember that old saying – “Quality is better than quantity”.
There are books that I requested from Netgalley in 2012 that I still haven’t read. Shameful. And dozens from 2013. More shame. But last year I showed some restraint and only requested two or three books each month. I still didn’t get through all of them but the list at the end of the year wasn’t as bad as The-Great-2012/2013-Netgalley-Fiasco. And there are some there that I still fully intend to read, including Sisterland, We Are Not Ourselves and Nora Webster.
This year I’ve applied another handbrake. Not only do I restrict how many books I request, I check out early reviews on Goodreads before hitting request. Sure, this defeats the purpose (for the publishers) of the ARC but no one has told me to stop it…
And so I was browsing the virtual shelves at Netgalley this week and The Sunlit Night by Rebecca Dinerstein caught my eye. The blurb begins –
“Frances had read of a man who painted with only the colour yellow. He lived in the north of Norway.”
And you know yellow is my absolute favourite and best colour, right? It seemed I was destined for this book. But I popped over to Goodreads anyway. Thank fuck I did. Bonnie had done a very thorough review. You can read it here or just ponder one of the quotes she used from the book –
‘To Yasha, the word business meant bread or sex.’
The quote was followed by an insightful comment from Bonnie – “Whatever the fuck that’s supposed to mean.”
I gave The Sunlit Night a wide berth.
What stage are you at in your relationship with Netgalley? The ‘Hello lover’ stage where neither of you can do no wrong and it’s a mutual love-fest? Or the married-ten-years-and-I’m-wise-to-your-faults-and-you-certainly-know-mine phase? Because I love it. Really. But we all have to recognise our limitations in a relationship (and in this case, mine is time).