I thought for a whopping 10 seconds about giving a star rating to the books I review. Then I decided I don’t like star ratings. They just aren’t precise enough for me.
So I decided to give each book a letter grade, just like in school. Well, like in every school except for my middle school, because in my middle school, you could get an E. Yes, an E. What is an E? E means that you failed, but you failed in such a way that you’d be allowed to take a second swing at the class in summer school to see if you did better the second time (as opposed to an F, where you had to take it over again the following year).
I ask you, does that make much sense? No? I didn’t think so.
I will not be assigning E’s.
Anyway, other than that weird idiosyncrasy from my middle school that I will not be using, I think we all know how grades work. A’s are good. F’s are bad. And I’ll be qualifying my grades with (+)s or (-)s as I see fit. It adds nuance. I like nuance.
Here’s how I break it down:
A – Love the story, love the characters, love the writing style. Can’t put it down. Love it.
B – I enjoyed it. It kept me interested. However, there was something about it that I didn’t think was that great. Not something that made me dislike the book – a B is still a good grade – but just something that I was conscious of that could have been better.
C – It was okay. There were a bunch of things I could pick at. I probably didn’t care too much about the story. A C book mostly invokes feelings of apathy. A C book is not a page-turner. A C book is put-downable.
D – Lots of things that I didn’t like. Enough problems to take me out of the story, or annoy me, or make me upset. I didn’t necessarily hate it, but there were enough things wrong with it that I didn’t enjoy it.
F – I hated, hated, hated this book. It had no redeeming qualities whatsoever. Good uses for F books: doorstops, paperweights, booster seats, kindling.