I love good (as in well-done, sometimes to a crispy roasted texture if applicable, rather than merely praising) reviews of bad books.
I also love
author blow-ups over "bad" reviews and critical commentary which they consider insufficiently stellar and/or worshipful. Both of them tend to provide me with far more reading enjoyment than I suspect the actual work ever could*.
Case in point: I don't care for romance at all and any genre romances I actually end up trying from the freebie hoard can be considered statistical blips in my regular e-book consumption.
But I really enjoy reading some of the lower grade reviews over at
Smart Bitches, Trashy Books, which are frankly awesome† and almost make me want to look up the samples of the originals out of sheer morbid curiosity.
* No doubt I am
interrogating the text from the wrong perspective.
† Recommended reads:
Pregnesia,
Private Sessions, and
The Playboy Sheikh's Virgin Stable Girl. Warning for language not suitable for more sensitive Gentle Readers.
Also for your amusement, the
Random Romance Novel Title Generator.