Every once in a while I’ll stumble upon a new-to-me author and feel immediately compelled to read everything they’ve ever written—preferably before the week is over.
Last fall I was burning through Wallace Stegner novels. I re-read Crossing to Safety for the third time in two years, then read Angle of Repose for the second time, then The Spectator Bird for the first. (And then I couldn’t figure out which of his novels to read next and got distracted—but I did just pick up The Big Rock Candy Mountain from the library).
At the end of the year I blew through Kristin Harmel’s works. A publisher sent me The Life Intended, then she freaked when I said I’d never read The Sweetness of Forgetting because it was her favorite, and I liked those two so much I found Italian for Beginners.
I do the same thing whenever I revisit Jane Austen’s works. I sit down thinking I’m really in the mood to re-read Emma, and before I know it I’ve read three of her six novels, at which point I might as well go ahead and finish them all.
I’m always delighted to find an author worth binge reading. For me, sometimes this looks like great literature (Stegner, Austen).
More often, it’s an author whose books are fun, entertaining, and compulsively readable, like the following:
In the idyllic small town of Three Pines, Quebec, where people don’t even lock their doors, a beloved local woman is found in the woods with an arrow shot through her heart. The locals believe it must be a hunting accident, but the police inspector senses something is off. The story is constructed as a classic whodunit but it feels like anything but, with its deliberate pacing, dry wit, and lyrical writing. A stunningly good first novel. Still Life is the first in a series that keeps getting better. Great on audio.More info →
Who are YOUR authors worth binge reading?