Have you ever picked up a new book and been so enthralled with the story that when you finished you ran out and found all the other books in print by that same author? I have, several times, and my husband has threatened to ban me from all bookstores because of it. Now I have entire collections of works by both Julia Quinn and Teresa Medeiros, and I lie in anticipation of their next novels conscious of my husbands shaking head.
When I first entered the wonderful world of romance novels, I became immediately overwhelmed by the vast number of authors in the genre. To help me wade through the masses, I enlisted an index card for every author I read or intended to read. At some point I had every intention of making note on those index cards all of that author’s works. In my mind, it was a wonderful idea. I would never be at a loss for a book recommendation. But I never got to it. The cards rest carefully nestled in their little box waiting. Will I ever find the time?
My idea seemed brilliant when I started writing down every name, then alphabetizing the cards. I still like the idea. But to be perfectly honest I’d rather spend that time actually reading. The conundrum is that my reason for making the cards was so I would be able to enjoy every book. When I find an author that can make me feel like I’m watching a play in real time, I know I can always rely on them to do it again. The story may change, but their voice remains the same. So I gather them together in order to be able to savor every last one.
As both a reader and an aspiring writer, I can fully appreciate a well written, engaging, and moving piece of literature. My little box of authors is my way of keeping a connection between myself and the authors of the books I love. I may be strange, a bit compulsive, or even obsessed, but I do it because I never want to miss a single story from these amazing writers.