As you may know, this has been a few weeks of incredible reading for me. You didn't know? Well, you do now. Since the beginning of August, when I decided to work through several of the paperbacks and Kindle books collecting various forms of dust and cobwebs around me, I've been plowing through the pile. To date, I have read:
- Cinders by Michelle Davidson Argyle (fantasy)
- Blockbuster by Sven Michael Davison (contemporary)
- Khan: Empire of Silver by Conn Iggulden (historical)
- The Swords of Faith by Richard Warren Field (historical) - I needed to get back to this from a while ago - very glad I did
- Sandworms of Dune by Brian Herbert (sci-fi) - again, didn't plan to, but I'm a huge Dune fan!
- The Forever Queen by Helen Hollick (historical)
- Cartier's Ring by Pearson Moore (historical)
- The Borgia Betrayal by Sarah Poole (historical)
- Kismet's Kiss by Cate Rowan (romance)
- The Black God's War by Moses Siregar III (fantasy)
- To Touch the Knight by Lindsay Townsend (romance)
Reading all these great books has not only gave me a better appreciation for how hard these authors have worked, but honestly, the quality of some of them made me depressed. I'm not exaggerating. I'm one of those writers who has to work hard at a story, yet there are others who seem to be master storytellers. I know, I've read some of them this summer. These writers can effortlessly sweep a reader away into their cleverly crafted worlds. Kudos to everyone I've read so far for keeping me entertained. But, dammit, sometimes I wish your stories weren't so good!