Making Light and Not Yet Enlightened (no relation, I think) highlight one of the more painful parts of being a reader: the moment when your favorite books suddenly lose their luster. This seems to happen most often with rereading something you loved when you were younger, although it's also a familiar feeling with books in a series; sometimes I've finished up a quartet or trilogy more for the sake of completeness than out of any real desire to press on.
Any Perez-Reverte defenders out there? What books and authors did you once love but no longer do?
Thursday, May 26, 2005
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