Guess who’s fuzzy presence was assisting me?
Why do I have trouble sticking with some series and not others?
I think it might have to do with availability. If I come into a series late, where several books are already published, I can gobble those up and then wait patiently for the next to come out (such as with The Dresden Files by Jim Butcher). If I read Book 1 and Book 2 does not yet exist, I tend to shelve the series until the series has several more books in it or is complete.
Does anyone else have this stilted approach to series?
Look, I don’t want to rush an artist, like say, Patrick Rothfuss. The Name of the Wind was incredible. Yet I haven’t read the sequel, The Wise Man’s Fear, yet because, in part, it didn’t exist when I finished Book 1. In my heart I am waiting for Book 3 to come out and then I will barricade myself in my room with all three books and chew threw them all at once.
I will confess I have done the same thing with other favorite authors, like Jacqueline Carey and N. K. Jemisin. Does such behavior make me less of a fan?
All the authors mentioned so far have treasured places on my book shelves. I even have a few signed copies. For these authors, I savor every word. I slow my reading down for their works. For some of them, I even have the audio versions of their books to go along with the paper/ebook versions.
I think this ‘dedication’ issue might have something to do with the fact that I can easily be distracted by a shiny new book. SQUIRREL!
