What's that Don Henley song? "After the Boys of Summer." Yeah, not so much. Anyway, when it comes to books and maintaining our shelves, I have to ask when is it time to breakup with a once beloved author? “Breakup” as in "sacrifice" to make room to create some control on our messy-ass bookshelves.
She’ll probably slice my tires for this, after having read her books for eight years; but I’ve grown out of Sandra Brown’s romantic suspense thrillers. Her writing formula has gotten stale to me, I guess. Her whole misunderstood and framed-for-murder male lead (who is always thirsty for the bumbling female lead) got old after 2013’s Flat–excuse me–Deadline. With my current infatuation with Nevada Barr (Anna Pigeon series) and Susan Wittig Albert’s (China Bayles) infesting this area of my shelf, somebody’s gotta go in the name of control.
While I’ll forever hold on to Brown’s Rainwater masterpiece, I think we gotta break up. I see one of those cardboard boxes coming in to shuttle books into a summer donation pile, as my interest in certain authors change.
So how do we breakup with an author? Especially one you've enjoyed, and has carried you through certain periods of our life? Do you just throw their stuff in a box and, well, push?
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