Mystery--the platinum radiance of the moon reveals deviltry

I have a habit of relistening to audiobooks to sleep, since I can not pay attention to the words and just listen to the murmuring cadence of familiar words and voices and trail off.  Some of these are old favorites (like Neil Gaiman or Susanna Clarke), and some are familiar without being necessarily beloved.  The Name of the Wind is one of these.

Now I know, a lot of people adore these books.  I like Pat Rothfuss, but his seminal works are middling at best, for a variety of reasons.  I'm going to do a bit of a deep dive into one scene that struck me last night as I was trying to fight insomnia (by the way, if you do enjoy the books, I recommend the audio performance by Nick Podehl.  It's why I've ever re-read these books).

Checking in

Considering doing reviews of bad pulp novels that I get from secondhand stores.  Would there be any interest in such an endeavor?