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My biggest Internet trigger right now is bad reviews of things I love.
I take it as a personal affront when somebody rates a book whose completion I grieved as 2-star on Good Reads.
Because what does it say about my taste? My intelligence?
My worthiness?
An old coworker of mine once told me that she never recommends her all time favourite books to anyone because it would break her heart to have somebody hate them. I didn’t get it then but somehow I do now. Is this some sort of regression? I don’t know.
