I started off reading reviews somewhat obsessively, but grew out of the habit very quickly; it was very easy to read a comment and get far too high and giddy, or far too disappointed and angry.
Obviously, I don't love bad reviews, but if it's honest and teaches you what somebody doesn't like about a story (and, perhaps, what you could do to improve your own story-telling and/or your art) then that is valid, and can be really appreciated.
But I've read far too many reviews of other books wherein someone gives a very poor review just because of a scene, beat or character that they didn't like (perhaps even when that is included to intentionally not be liked.) And that's partly why I'll leave reviews of other books when I'm reading and will ignore other reviews at the same time.
I have no idea if I'm honest; it's one of those weird things that's always been there in my head.
I've always been drawn to stories and the act of story-telling, and I seem to remember doing an art project aged around 7 with the goal of "what we wanted to be when we grew up"; it was basically a picture of me at a computer telling a story. In many ways, that's still how I see myself.
