Whenever I’m told that I need to read a bestselling book right this very minute I will ask if it’s part of a series.
It usually is. This is when I have to explain that I don’t read a series until it’s completed. My explanation can turn into a rant and I start sounding like Miss Ouiser Boudreaux from Steel Magnolias.
Around this point in the conversation, it’s suggested that I’m crazy.
We can’t rule that out. Continue reading “The Risk of Reading a Series”