There is a little bump in the reading road when you transition from a pure reader to a writing reader. Suddenly you see in published works all the glaring errors that have been pointed out in your own. You see all the rules the authors have broken. And you lose your joy in reading.
I’m pretty much over this glitch. I love reading too much to let writing steal my love of books and story. And while there still may be a writing glitch that makes me frown as I read, I can generally overlook it.
Recently I picked up a book (not an author I know and not an author in the Christian market) that I’d been excited to read. The history and story immediately pulled me in, though right away I had a little trouble figuring out whose story it was because the POV switched often, not with a break in story or chapter but sometimes from paragraph to paragraph! Still, there were things that interested me, so I read on. I read on only to be further frustrated by POV characters that only showed up once in the story, just to impart information. And a shocking lack of commas throughout. And a very important physical deficiency of (what I finally figured out was) the main character, which the reader wasn’t told about until 3/4 of the way through the book! Honestly, reading this book felt like reading very first novel I ever wrote, when I didn’t know that doing the above stated things constituted poor writing skills. It had story, but little else.
Yet the most frustrating thing about this book wasn’t really all the writing issues. It was the fact that I kept reading because I liked the story. I liked most of the characters. I wanted to know how it turned out.
I enjoyed the story but hated the book, if that makes sense.
For me as a reader, a great story is a good thing. A great story told well is even better. But a great story told with great writing is, well, utter bliss.