So in this post
the other day I was griping about series of books where the author seems to run out of ideas early on -- this is a sort-of followup to that one.
Some stories that do NOT seem to run out -- at least for me -- are the Vorkosigan yarns, the Dorsai tales, "The Cat Who..." books -- and before anyone claims I'm just cat-centric, I will assure you that the "Sneaky Pie Brown" books do nothing for me.
Right now I'm wading through Valentine Pontifex
, having danced through the pages of Lord Valentine's Castle
and set aside The Majipoor Chronicles
(books 3, 1 and 2, in order of mention here) as being a bit too italcized
for my eyes at the moment -- italic print in large quantities is just more than I can deal with for now.
I very much enjoy the Discworld stories, though I can usually handle ONE at a time with a few weeks before the next.
Heinlein, now, I damn near worship. Yes, he used a lot of carefully NON-explicit sex in his books, but it was necessary to the point/plot and not there merely to shock. I started on his books from the public library and the mall bookstore (Heritage, I believe, at the River Roads Mall in St Louis) in about 6th grade. The juveniles earlier, of course, but once I got hold of Stranger
I was in a daze for days. It just made so much sense! (NO, I did not / do not take recreational drugs. My reality is weird enough, thank you.) And yes, he used some of the same patterns in more than one book -- why not? They weren't repetitive nor shallow, and enough is changed that two society matrons could wear them to the same function without embarassment.
Spider Robinson, pretty heavily influenced by Heinlein, and every bit as good (in some ways, maybe a touch better for my reading enjoyment) though enough different to not be a "clone."
I don't flatter myself that I'm intelligent enough to be a Heinlein heroine or one of Lady Sally's
artists. I don't analyze things well as theferrett
or present ideas as well as ozarque
I DO know when a book is being used only as an excuse to write about unrealistic sex. Because, y'know, "sex sells." Which it does. That's why there are some books -- and some imprints! -- I don't bother reading. Yes, I've read three Harlequin books. Same bloody plot, just switch out the name, eye color (sometimes) and location. They hold no interest for me. Read one of the Sillhouette books when they were coming out -- well, about half of it. It was going the same direction as the Harlequins, so it went in the ashcan.
There'll probably be additions to this post during the day -- there's a lot more I want to say but it hasn't gelled yet.