Just finished two books today that judging from Goodreads others loved that I merely liked.
I give them both 3 stars.
In reading the Goodreads for each book, it’s clear that both books deeply affected people. For me the ending in “Welder” was all too sudden, and I wanted more.
“Mother Night” was a slow, awkward read for me. I just don’t really like Howard Campbell Jr. very much. He isn’t very sympathetic to me. And frankly being a Nazi propagandist is something that is awkward to read about even in fiction.
But, like other things it’s okay to like or not like something others love.
For instance I saw “Cloud Atlas” which to me seemed long, and disjointed. My wife and her friend both adored the movie. To me it was kind of a mess.
And I really don’t like the big hipster literary fiction. I can’t get into David Foster Wallace’s “Infinite Jest”, or most of Dave Eggers (although I loved “Zeitoun), and a lot of the other leading literary lights of our day.
It’s perfectly okay to like what you like.
But, there are times I wish I loved a book or movie or any art as much as others do. To each their own.