Thursday, April 30, 2009

~Booking Through Thursday~ Which Is Worse?



Which is worse?

Finding a book you love and then hating everything else you try by that author, or

Reading a completely disappointing book by an author that you love?

I would have to say finding a book that you love, then hating everything else that you try by that author. That has happened to me, unfortunately, more than once. I might completely fall in love with an author's first novel, only to be bitterly disappointed in their second. Or any of their others, for that matter...it is just sad. I have had that experience with author Kristin McCloy. Her first novel, Velocity, just blew me away. I own it, and have read it several times. Her second novel, Some Girls, was such a let down. I couldn't read it. I tried, several times, thinking maybe it was just me. Well, it could actually be a combination of me and the story not being very appealing to me, I guess. To my knowledge, she has not written another book since Some Girls which was published in 1994. I keep checking periodically to see if she has something new in the works, that maybe will be as good or even better than Velocity.

Which is worse for you?



3 comments:

Jenners said...

Hmmmmmm...this is tough one. I just had this experience with Wally Lamb, but I guess it is worse to find a book you love and then not like the rest of the author's books. There is nothing better to me than finding a new author I like and having a bunch of their books to read and they all are good -- it is like finding a treasure chest. But I hate to see an author go "downhill" too -- like John Grisham or Patricia Cornwell.

There is no good answer to this question!

Missy B. said...

Yes, I agree. That happened to me with Wally Lamb too. Maybe that is a thought that needs to be pondered....Why Do Good Authors Go Bad? :)

Yvonne said...

That's exactly how I feel. It can be really disappointing.

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