Posted by oliviaventura
Like all readers, I have a stack of books, both physical and virtual, that I’ve bought based on recommendation and review. The To-Be-Read pile. Every month I buy too many books and read them in a certain order: first, the ones I’ve been desperately awaiting, usually those part of a series (this month’s first read was MacRieve by Kresley Cole) or by favorite authors. Next come the ones that are by my automatic-buy authors. And then I get to the rest. If the new month has already rolled around, well, some of those books may get bumped down the pile.
Last week, however, I was home sick for three days, and so I got July’s must-reads done early in the month. Which left me time to hit the pile.
I am a fan of Maya Banks. She’s a versatile and amazing author, and I was thrilled to meet her – briefly – at RWA a few years ago. However, for some inexplicable reason, I never read any of her historicals.
Boy, was that stupid.
Maya has finally filled the hole that was left in me when Julie Garwood stopped writing historicals. Don’t get me wrong, I adore Julie’s contemporary romances. I used to buy them in hardcover, and now that I’m an ebook aficionado, I buy them at the expensive just-released price. But I have never, until last week, read any Scottish historical that made me feel quite like Julie’s did. And I’ve read a lot of really amazing Scottish historicals.
So, if you’ve yet to read the McCabe trilogy by Maya Banks, hie yourself over to wherever you buy your books from, and grab them. I, in the meantime, am off to read her other historicals…
The month is still young, so who knows what else I may discover in the pile?
Posted by oliviaventura
Last week was below par. This week, although it’s only Monday night, is already crappy. Beyond crappy. I can categorically state that it would take a major lottery win – or equivalent – to make this week even marginally acceptable.
And it’s only Monday.
So, in a desperate attempt to feel better without packing on the kilos, I’m curled on my couch with my favorite blankie. The season one DVD of Big Bang Theory is playing in the background, and as soon as I finish this post, I’m going to dig in to my comfort books.
I’m sure you all have comfort books – not to be confused with your favorite books, although they may overlap. They’re the ones you reach for when you’re bored, when you feel bad and when nothing else interests you. Maybe you’ve read them so often you have multiple copies.
The number one book on my comfort book pile is Welcome to Temptation by Jennifer Crusie. Although many of her books make me feel good, WtT is the ultimate. Don’t ask me why, because I can’t answer.
Next: See Jane Score by Rachel Gibson. This one ties with True Confessions, also by Rachel Gibson.
After that, in no particular order, are the Syndicate series by Jules Jones and Alex Woolgrave, Julie Garwood’s Ransom, and Accidental Goddess by Linnea Sinclair.
If I’ve worked through all these and still don’t feel better, I’ll trawl through the bookshelves – I have a lot of them – and through my ebook files and just grab whatever catches my fancy. I can pretty much guarantee that Nora Roberts, Lisa Kleypas, Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Michelle Pillow and Shelley Laurenston will make the list. And usually David Eddings, too, although lately he makes me sad because he’s dead and will never write another book.
So, share: what’s on your comfort pile? If the week keeps on like this, I may need new material.