About Goodreads (which I left): I read books to read them, not to talk about them. From the time I was a small child and first discovered my love of reading, it was about the experience itself. Like writing, it has always been magical for me, and I never had the desire to discuss the magic afterward. I was too excited to read the next book and see what worlds opened up to me.
I don’t much care what other people think of what they’re reading; not to diminish it, but I’m just not interested and rarely buy a book because a hundred people are talking online about it. I’ve never been in a book club except the old kind I got books from every month (how I anticipated the new list of books each time!). In short, the only reason I was on there was to try and sell a few of my books, but the whole book-loving-community thing was never me in the first place. I don’t knock the millions of people who like it, but I just want to read a book, enjoy it, and move on to the next one. Another chattering class doesn’t attract me, so I got out of the tree. Not a bad thing, not a good thing, just my thing.