Sometimes, weird things happen to me.
Probably the worst is when I'm walking down the stars from the 3rd floor of my university library... when suddenly I forget how to walk. It's like I start thinking about how one walks up and down stairs, so I freeze and forget what to do next.
I read a lot of books, and something I've been noticing is that once in a while it takes a while for me to really sink in what I just read. I'll finish a book and think it was okay (or amazing) and then out of the blue, a couple weeks later I'll be thinking to myself,
"Why did you review it like that? Didn't you realize (this) was better, but (that) wasn't quite as good?" So I go back to my review and edit it appropriately and then I feel satisfied.
I'm starting to wonder if it's my approach to how I review books. I tend to review them right after I finish the book, while it's still fresh in my mind. But maybe I need to slow it down, and give myself time to absorb it.
For example, after reading Delirium, I was so sad and crying that I really wasn't in any shape to write a review that wasn't covered in tear puddles.
Am I the only one that this happens to? Or can you all tell immediately how much you loved a book after reading it and I'm the weird one here (this would be nothing new to me)?
This just happened to me with two books today: Divergent (by Veronica Roth.. you know, the IT book of the moment) and Crossroads (by Mary Ting). Both were better than I initially gave them credit for.