When I was in my early twenties I used to follow websites like Lithub religiously. Back then I wasn’t sure exactly what types of books made me happy, but I did want to know what types of books were popular. Eventually I learned that sites like that are not as concerned about good books as they are about how their site can continue to attract regular views and clicks.
Recently I went back to Lithub and read their “Most anticipated books of 2020” and found Writers & Lovers, so I thought I’d give it a shot.
Immediately I was struck by its attempt to glorify a woman’s aspirations to become a writer by having cardboard cutout characters make fun of her for it. It’s an angle, I get it. It’s a good angle if you see your readers as naive about the struggle to become a writer. But the problem is, most readers are not naive.
There’s something detatched about Writers & Lovers. It’s both insubstantial and pretentious. The writing is occasionally interesting, with some amusing dialogue, but the book never takes flight and the characters are mere shadows of what they could be. I never got a chance to care about what happens to Casey, the POV character, or any other characters. There are a couple cute kids that I wanted to know more about, but I think that’s my biological arrow that points toward all children in books, lol.
I had read all of King’s novels previously, with Euphoria as my favorite. So Writers & Lovers was a real disappointment for me.
In the end, I didn’t want to finish this book and stopped about 280, which is really sad because I was almost done. But it does go to show that I just didn’t care what the ending had in store because I wasn’t invested.
I think I’m officially done with Lithub now.