Disappointment: Why It Is the Worst
(I started writing this post quite a while ago and I meant to post it before my semester started but then things happened and I didn't have the time to finish it and now the semester has started and I have even less time! What I'm saying is: I'm sorry my blog is so empty at the moment.) Before I get into this I want to make a couple of things clear: I think it is important to read books you dislike at least every now and then (if you read a lot). On the one hand, I'm pretty sure it not only keeps my head awake it also provides sensibility to certain problematic aspects in stories (it's so much easier to detect flaws – and why said flaws are flaws/how they could be not-flaws – in books we are already not liking all that much) and, on the other hand, it often feels like a bad book makes space in your heart (when I read a lot of great books in a row it often feels, at some point, like I can't properly appreciate said books anymore and like 'my passion...