It throws me for a loop every time someone likes an old review of mine on Goodreads. Even if it was a review I wrote earlier in the year, I feel surprise. Obviously I know they are out there. I re-read them myself semi-regularly. But I still go, how did you find my review? Why this one? Is this what fame feels like?
Take today. I got likes for My Lucky Life In and Out of Show Business by Dick Van Dyke, American Panda by Gloria Chao, The Road to Serfdom by Friedrich Hayek, Peter Pan in Scarlet by Geraldine McCaughrean, and Sapphire Blue by Kirsten Gier. So random! And not one like for the book review I just posted. (You can see my real disgruntlement.)
My review of Sapphire Blue is my big claim to fame, actually. I wrote it in 2012 and it now has 70 likes! Don’t ask me why. I certainly put more thought and articulation into other reviews before and after. But that’s the one that consistently pops up!