Tell Me Something Tuesday was hosted by Rainy Day Ramblings, but she has (temporarily?) stopped blogging. So a group of us that had been doing posts (Linda from Book Girl of Mur-y-Castell, Karen from For What It’s Worth, Roberta from Offbeat YA, Jen from That’s What I’m Talking About and me) decided to get together, come up with some more topics and keep the meme going.Michelle made us a logo and we’re off and running. For more details, check out this post where I reintroduced the meme.
I can be sporadic, but when I do join in I will always share next week’s topic at the end of the post. So, today is about…
When is a book too long?
Generally speaking, I steer clear of long books. But I’ve read some incredible books that are incredibly long, so you can’t judge a book by it’s page count. In fact, I think I’m very Goldilocks and the three bears with my book lengths – some are too long, some are too short and some are just right. But there’s no magic page number, that’s for sure. How do I say it… the right length is when you give me just enough.
Just enough… descriptions to put in me in the place without drowning me in descriptions that I would have never noticed IRL anyway.
Just enough… character development that I feel like I know who I’m supposed to, am aware of supporting characters, and don’t waste my time on people that have no relevance.
Just enough… world building that I can understand the magic system/sci-fi realm, but not so much that I feel like I could actually build the place/magic system myself.
Make sense? A book is too long when I’m so bogged down in the details that I can’t see the story, the place, or the people. If it’s long because you’re just telling a damn good story (for example, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue) then keep writing and I will keep reading 🙂