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.