I was excited when I first found Goodreads. It combines two things I love: reading and list-making. Even though it’s been years since I finished my list of books I’ve read, I occasionally remember some long-forgotten book I read ages ago and scramble to add it to my list.
I like the yearly challenge they have every January. In 2012, I said I’d read 37 books and was proud to accomplish that. This year, I am doing horribly and when I go to Goodreads it reminds me I am four books behind already. OK, Mom, enough nagging.
A high percentage of the comments are thought-provoking and insightful, with very little of the usual Internet commenters who believe if you can’t think of anything to contribute, just be mean.
You could be reading an interesting thread about a book, when, boom, out of nowhere, comes the question I dread: What did you think of the movie?
Sigh. The entire discussion gets derailed by the movie people. I understand Goodreads wants as much traffic as they can get so they see no need to police their site when it turns into Goodfilms.
It annoys me because A.) I like books, and B.) I’m cranky, and C.) Aren’t there about a million movie sites they can post on?
(I once annoyed a girl who had asked which Dumbledore we liked better, the first one or the second one. I responded that he seemed the same to me in all the six books he was in. She was not amused.)
It’s not like we’re different species. Readers love movies, too, and I’m sure some movie-goers know how to read. But seeing a discussion about Benjamin Buttons turn into a lovefest over how hot Brad Pitt is is not what I signed up for.
If only Goodreads would live up to its name.