Which is worse?
Finding a book you love and then hating everything else you try by that author, or reading a completely disappointing book by an author that you love?
I think it’s the latter. Once I find authors I love, I anticipate their next book. I feel like it’s a promise. I can’t wait for it to be released (or for me to find and purchase it, if it’s an author who’s been writing a while but I’ve just discovered them). I have such high expectations. I can’t wait to leave my world behind and enter the one they’ve created, knowing I’ll be completely lost in it for a while. But then, if it’s disappointing, the let-down is so much greater than it is when I just pick up a book I know nothing about and discover it’s not worth reading.
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