Finally Reading

I'm weird about books, I admit it. There are certain authors I've never read, who people who know me would think I would have read. Terry Pratchett, for instance. I've read a lot of science fiction and fantasy, but I've never ready Terry Pratchett. 

It's something about a writer with a large body of work, especially books that are in a series, that puts me off. I'm afraid to get started. (It's not that I never read long series: I have. So there's really no logic to what I'm saying.)

Another example is Minnesota writer William Kent Krueger. Worse yet, he lives nearby, so you'd think I would be interested. His series of novels about a Northern Minnesota sheriff named Cork O'Connor are supposed to be good. But no. I've never delved into them.

Until the other day, when a new bookstore opened in my neighborhood, including a small collection of used books. And there among them was a hard cover copy of Lightning Strike. I knew from something I read a few years ago that it's the prequel to the Cork O'Connor books, taking place during his childhood. 

So I bought it and now I'm reading it. It's good, no big surprise. Uh oh. Now I have to read the rest of them.