This morning, Dear Hubby started packing. His hunting gear taunted our geriatric lab as she watched him pile guns, boots, jackets and shock collars. She got herself so worked up, she was foaming at the mouth and quivering by the time Eldest lifted her into the back of the truck.
Truth be told, I feel that way about certain authors and their new releases.
While I never camped out in front of a book store for two days, it nearly killed me to wait for each new installment of The Hunger Games trilogy and The Bartemaeus Trilogy. I’m still drooling for Bitterblue. Likewise, I darn near gave myself hives waiting for the release of Jackson Pearce’s Sweetly.
Back in the day–when our family didn’t have a television set, we lived smack dab in the middle of cornfields and our only library was the teeny traveling bus visiting from lands unknown–I had no clue when my favorite author of the time would release her next book. Scholastic book orders were my literary life line.
One day, I’d open the book order and see the cover for the first time. Descriptions didn’t matter. The author’s name did. At home I’d meticulously fill out the book order and drop my ninety-nine cents in an envelope.
My method of book-buying has changed. Now I keep very close tabs on the authors I adore. I know when their next books will be released and have preordered some because I’m impatient and me-centric when it comes to reading. I’m also fiercely loyal to my beloved authors.
Give me a great book and I’m yours. Give me two and I’ll grovel at your feet. I’d even exchange my first born for your next release if I thought you’d want a 17-year-old who looks like my hubby.
In some ways, I’m an author stalker. I’ll buy e and dead tree versions. I’ll follow you across genres and age groups. I’ll even buy your nonfic when it comes out–and I don’t read biographies. But only if you deliver. Otherwise, your paper back will be tucked into a box in the basement, only to come out for the library book sale fundraiser.
Dear readers, do you have a bad case of author loyalty? If so, which authors do you love and why? Are you willing to genre hop with your beloved author or are you more apt to find a replacement the moment BA writes outside your preferred reading list? What kinds of things make you ditch your BA in favor of a new beloved?
Curious minds want to know.