I was at Costco tonight, looking for the new J.R. Ward when I stumbled across the new Sandra Brown paperback, Chill Factor. I almost picked it up. Almost.
I read my first Sandra Brown book almost 20 years ago. It was this little novel called Eloquent Silence. Ms. Brown’s writing captivated me. She has such a gift for character development and the chemistry she develops between her heroes and heroines is unbelievable. I wanted to read everything she wrote ~ I devoured her novels faster than she could write them. Fanta C, Adam’s Fall, Texas Chase, Texas Sage, Texas Lucky….. ~ I read them all. And the characters all seemed to take up a tiny part of my soul. It’s been years since I’ve read their stories, but I remember them all. To this day, I would recommend any of her romances. The woman knows how to write a story.
Slowly, Ms. Brown’s writing style started to change. Instead of romances, she started doing romantic suspense. “Okay”, I thought ~ “it’s still Sandra Brown, right? So, I read them. The chemistry was still there, and Ms. Brown could still write a story ~ but, I didn’t get enmeshed into the books like I used to. The stories didn’t grab me like they used to ~ I didn’t rush home to read, or try to find a quiet corner just to see what happened next. I read because they were Sandra Brown, but not because I wanted or needed to finish the story.
Eventually, it seemed she took the turn from romantic suspense to just suspense. Over the next few years, Sandra Brown’s books were still my auto buy’s, but not necessarily my auto reads. In fact, her last 5 books are sitting in a drawer collecting dust. I haven’t even looked at them since I bought them ~ and who knows when I’ll eventually get to them.
A good author creates emotion in the reader that keeps the reader enthralled. Whether the emotion is happiness, anger, passion, heat, fear ~ the words seem to leap off the pages and transport the reader into the story. Ms. Brown’s books did that for me. Her stories created alternative worlds sometimes that seemed so much better than the one I was living in.
So, at Costco tonight I almost slipped. I almost picked it up because it said Sandra Brown on the cover. But seconds before I touched the cover, I caught myself and I drew back. “How many Sandra Brown books need to collect dust in my to be read pile”, I wondered. So, I turned and walked away a little sadder than I was before.
What authors used to be your auto buys and why did you stop reading them? Do you ever find yourself almost buying them again?