In the above examples, there will be other books. Maybe every year or so, the author will write
one...maybe. I guess I should consider
myself lucky. When I came upon these
authors they had written quite a few books, so it took quite a while to get
through their catalogue. However, now I
am caught up, and there will be a long wait between books. Before, as soon as I finished one, there was
another one waiting for me. Now, I will
have to wait a year or so.
Luckily for me, my bus is full of commuters who also like to
read, though I am noticing more people doing "work" on their tablets
or laptops. By work I mean Candy Crunch,
but that's another story. If I have the
courage, I ask them for recommendations.
If I feel shy, I just try to read the title or author and remember what
they are reading for the next time I go to the library. I probably won't hit upon the literature I
read for my degree, but it should be passable commuting fare. Since I've read all the classics, and quite a
few post-modern tomes, some escapist fiction won't kill me.
Recently I have been reading the Inspector Banks series by
Peter Robinson. One of my commuter
buddies recommended it. He said that the
first few were a little slow, they would pick up later. I have read ten of them, and the last few
have been really good. Happily, I have
at least ten more to read. That should
get to spring, especially if I read a couple of other books between those
adventures.
There is a great sense of satisfaction when you come to the
end of a series, but there is also a feeling of loss. Bittersweet is too romantic a word,....but it
seems to be fitting. Maybe I need to go
back and read all the Musketeer's books.
Feel free to recommend some book series to me. I will need something for late spring.
