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Simple Things
Jun. 4th, 2010 10:33 amHappiness is letting a favorite author fall off your radar for a little while, and then suddenly realizing they have two new books out that you haven't read yet and had no idea existed.
I tend to become quite devoted to particular authors, and yoyo back and forth between either rapidly devouring everything they write and then lamenting the fact that there's nothing new for me (Charles DeLint, Kelley Armstrong) or stubbornly refusing to read the most recent book, taunting myself with it but refusing to end up in a situation with no new books (Jim Butcher).
I had forgotten about Simon Green and the Nightside novels. I had kind of assumed after the catastrophic crescendo in one of the more recent books that he was ending the series, and just wrote them off. So it was an utterly unexpected and delightful surprise to find two new volumes last time I went to the library, just stuffed into the paperback racks between an infinite number of Terry Pratchett novels and cheap Laurel Hamilton wannabes.
I adore these books. They're short, and simple, and they're not Deathless Art, but they're FUN. And the writing style is amazingly vivid and descriptive, and the world he sets up just captures my imagination in ways that few others do. They're like popcorn, covered with crack.
Bless my library for having these, and the author for writing them, and my brain for forgetting them until they became a sudden, unexpected gift from the universe....
I tend to become quite devoted to particular authors, and yoyo back and forth between either rapidly devouring everything they write and then lamenting the fact that there's nothing new for me (Charles DeLint, Kelley Armstrong) or stubbornly refusing to read the most recent book, taunting myself with it but refusing to end up in a situation with no new books (Jim Butcher).
I had forgotten about Simon Green and the Nightside novels. I had kind of assumed after the catastrophic crescendo in one of the more recent books that he was ending the series, and just wrote them off. So it was an utterly unexpected and delightful surprise to find two new volumes last time I went to the library, just stuffed into the paperback racks between an infinite number of Terry Pratchett novels and cheap Laurel Hamilton wannabes.
I adore these books. They're short, and simple, and they're not Deathless Art, but they're FUN. And the writing style is amazingly vivid and descriptive, and the world he sets up just captures my imagination in ways that few others do. They're like popcorn, covered with crack.
Bless my library for having these, and the author for writing them, and my brain for forgetting them until they became a sudden, unexpected gift from the universe....
