I have been racking my brains to come up with a list for the latest Broke and Bookish Top Ten Tuesday (the list of ten authors we’ve only read one book from & need to read more), and I can really only think of a few. When I find a book that I love, I tend to go out and binge on everything else that author has written. Probably, the more relevant list for me is the authors that I’ve read more than one book from, and wish I’d left it at that. So, I’m going rogue and listing five authors that I want to read more from and five authors who have tricked me into reading more by writing one good book.
Give me more:
- Mary Doria Russell – The Sparrow was so good, but I’ve been putting off reading anything else of hers in case it doesn’t live up to it.
- Claire Messud – although I didn’t love The Emperor’s Children, I’ve heard too many good things about The Woman Upstairs not to at least try it.
- Eleanor Catton – I loved The Luminaries hard, and I reckon she could write a nutritional label for a tin of beans and make it engaging.
- Kate Atkinson – Behind the Scenes at the Museum was great, and I’m definitely keen to read more of her stuff – Life After Life is in the lucky dip jar, just begging to be chosen.
- Adam Johnson – The Orphan Master’s Son is one of the best books I’ve read this year, and I’ve been meaning to have a look at other stuff that he’s written.
I gave you a chance, but no more:
- Lionel Shriver – while love isn’t a word I could honestly use with regards to We Need to Talk about Kevin, I would say that I thought it was brilliant: powerful, gripping and seriously creepy. Thus, was I fooled into reading The Post-Birthday World, which was awful – and is actually one of about three books that I have failed to finish.
- Kazuo Ishiguro – I loved Remains of the Day, and thought Never Let me Go was a bit of a fizzer. I thought the concept was really clever and I remember being super excited to read it, but it was just so quiet. Don’t get me wrong, I really like quiet novels, case in point Remains of the Day, but I felt like the subject matter of Never Let Me Go deserved more.
- Ian McEwan – I loved Atonement, almost as much as I HATED Enduring Love. What a pointless snooze-fest.
- Philip Roth – Portnoy’s Complaint was funny and smart and just the right amount of dirty, as opposed to American Pastoral, which was boring and annoying and confusing.
- John Green – this is one author binge that I really regret. I read The Fault in Our Stars and loved it. Oh man. The feels. But everything else of his that I’ve read has left me cold. His characters feel so bloody earnest, they lack any sense of edginess, and the storylines have been staid and predictable. I realise this is a bit unfair because, as an adult, I’m not really his target market, but I’m pretty sure these would have bored me when I was a teen as well.
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