I’ve deleted my Goodreads account.
I haven’t actively used it for years, and frankly, it’s more a pain than anything else to use or get anything useful from.
More importantly, I feel like I’m reclaiming a bit of myself. One thing that the Internet is good at – social media in particular – is eroding personal boundaries. Not everything needs to be shared.
Reading tastes are highly personal, and I really don’t feel like getting into the highly volatile discussions of what and who are “okay” to read at any given moment. I may not endorse the views espoused in everything I read or have read, but I have learned something from everything I have.
I worked in a library for a time, and one thing that really impressed me was the privacy of patron records, and the non-judgment of them in terms of what they chose to read. Additionally, we kept no history on a patron’s record. Unless it was actively checked out, we had no idea what someone had borrowed.
And I kind of like it that way.
I become increasingly uninterested in sharing everything. I post about books on here occasionally. I post what I’m reading occasionally. But trust me, you don’t know 10% of it.
I’m not saying any of this to be rude.
I just wonder if we aren’t all oversharing a bit much, sometimes, and what happens when you suddenly decide to stop.