Being a writer has ruined my life. I judge everything. Everything I read. Everything I see. I’m constantly tweaking and changing, my mind like a red pen slashing through the atmosphere. Because of this, I have very few auto-buy authors. In fact, when I see a new book out by an author, my eyebrow goes up in doubt. How could that author possibly have another book out? It makes me sound haughty and snobbish, but that’s not the point. The point is writing has given my inner critic free reign, and it has ruined everything I used to enjoy. Now instead of seeing a new book out by an author I’ve enjoyed, I see a possible minefield waiting to give me reason to no longer enjoy an author I once loved.
Take my advice – become an accountant or a dental hygienist, especially if you love to read.
That being said, I do have three authors that are on my auto-buy list, and they will stay there until they disappoint me. I know. Again with the pessimism. But no. I like to give everyone an opportunity to disappoint me.
Here are my three auto-buy authors
I think I’ve stated enough how much I love Karen White. She puts everything into a story I love. Mystery, intrigue, romance, and the unexpected twist. My recommend read if you’re new to White: The House on Tradd Street. If you haven’t met Jack, well…I just feel sorry for you.
O. M. G. If you’re experiencing a funk in your reading, you need to pick up a Lianne Moriarty book. Just when I think her books can’t get any better than the last one, she proves me wrong. I’m pretty sure Moriarty enjoys torturing her readers. That’s likely the only reason she writes. Never before have I seen an author so perfectly master the plot twist. I literally gasped out loud at this book: Big Little Lies. Gasped. Out loud. You will never see it coming, and that’s just the thing about Moriarty’s books. They beat you, and she makes you think you like it.
I pretend Kristan Higgins and I are friends. We chit chat over mocha lattes about how much we love each other’s books and how pretty our hair is. We’re BFFs really. Nearly finish each other’s sentences. If you haven’t read Higgins, start with the Blue Heron series, or If You Only Knew. Or anything. ANYTHING. Higgins does small town romance on a whole new level. This is not Debbie Macomber’s romance. Higgins tricks you into thinking it is. And then she slaps you, hard and stinging across the cheek. And you hope she does it again and again and again.
Who are your auto-buy authors?