Friday, February 15, 2008
When I was broke I read a lot of romance novels. I mean, how could you go wrong at $6.99 a pop when you have no money and book addiction? So it was all ramen noodles and Johanna Lindsey, Julia Quinn, Jude Deveraux and Amanda Quick. As time went on and I had a little extra money to spend, I read less and less romance novels. However, I still adored Lindsey and Quinn's work and every year with out fail, I would go out and purchase their new one on the release dates and immediately devour them.
Last year though, it took me about two months to purchase The Devil Who Tamed Her, Lindsey's newest. I didn't think much of it though, I simply figured it was due to the 40 books in my "to be read" pile. Last week however, I realized that I still hadn't read it yet. Interesting... I wondered why that was. Then it dawned on me... I've fallen out of love with Johanna Lindsey. I'm not knocking the genre at all here - I may not be a big romance reader anymore, but it took me less than a couple of days to tear through The Secret Diaries of Miss Miranda Cheever, Quinn's latest and if you've seen my recent review of The Winter Rose you know I enjoyed it - immensely.
Falling out of love with an author - what a unique concept in my world. I've no doubt that publishers love people like me, because if at any point I enjoyed your work, you've got a fan for life. I would go out an purchase your next thing, sight unseen. I'm the same with music and I'm likely to stick with a dog of a tv show out of habit. Though I'd like to tell myself that I had extra money to spend on different books, it's quite likely that I fell out of love with Amanda Quick and I know for certain, I stopped reading Deveraux, when she started writing contemporary romances.
I want to blame this falling out of love thing on an evolved taste in reading material, but I know that has little to do with. A good "bodice ripper" does wonders for the soul every now and again and I'm not so sure that I won't be buying her next one if I hear that it's a Mallory novel. Either way, I'll be thinking long and hard about purchasing another Johanna Lindsey or a John Grisham or a Zane. And I'm sure I'm going to drag my feet to get the next Sophie Kinsella.
So what about you? Can you relate? Which authors have you fallen out of love with and why? What would make you purchase another book by an author you'd fallen out of love with?