My reading habits are weird.
I read a lot. I read articles and blogs on the web, and I carry my Kindle with me almost everywhere. But I don’t read new books that often.
This is because I don’t have very good self-control and I do have a job (even if I haven’t yet earned more than a cup of coffee from it) and dependents. When I pick up a new book, and I’m enjoying it, I start out trying to be reasonable: I read it when I have a bit of free time, or maybe when I’m doing chores I can do blind. I tend not to read new books right before bed because it makes it hard to fall asleep even if I do manage to put the book down–
–and inevitably, with a book I’m enjoying, I reach the Tipping Point. I fall headlong into the book, like Alice in the rabbit hole. Stopping reading becomes extremely hard, and in most cases it doesn’t even occur to me. I will do nothing that requires me to stop reading, until I’m done reading the book. Fortunately, lots of things can be done while reading, especially reading an e-reader. But I definitely neglect some responsibilities.
So while I read a lot, I mosey along mostly filling my head with rereads of Discworld, of Chrestomanci, of Harry Potter and Jane Austen. I listen to Georgette Heyer audiobooks. And I pick up a new book every month or so, and I reread an old book I’ve only read once (which is kind of halfway between an old favorite and a new book) when I’m bored with what I have. Earlier this summer I picked up Ghost Story by Jim Butcher, and Lord of Scoundrels by Loretta Chase, and A Dance With Dragons by GRRM (still unread). I also read The Demon’s Lexicon series, and the Planetary graphic novels, and Dracula and The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms and some other things.
But yesterday, 2 books were released that I’ve been anticipating, and in two weeks, 3 more come out. And unlike with A Dance With Dragons, I’ve no incentive to wait on these.
Waiting on these is really hard. I’ve been thinking about them a lot. And since I’m not letting myself read them until I finish my current work on Nightlights, I figure I might as well talk about them. Especially since some of these books are outside the normal range of things I buy– I usually read new authors at the library first, and pick them up on my Kindle if I like them (as I did with The Demon’s Lexicon). Unless they’re massively on sale.
- Sins of the Angels by Linda Poitevin: I preordered this book. It’s not the sort of thing I do. It wasn’t subject to massive hype, or pre-publication awards. It’s not an author everybody’s talking about. I encountered the author on Twitter, read the first chapter on her website, noted that it had some similarities to my own novel without feeling the same, and decided to go for it. I’m not reading this until I’m ready to start work on the sequel to Matchbox Girls, because I’m sure it will get my thoughts racing about my own nephilim setting.
- Daughter of Smoke and Bone by Laini Taylor: This book. My interest in this book is ridiculous. I’ve never heard of the author before. I’m a victim of hype, maybe, because I haven’t read anything from this book except the cover blurb and the first lines of a few reviews. Sarah Rees Brennan’s comment on it probably helped. I don’t even like the cover much. But I’ve dreamt about this book. I do like the title quite a bit; it looks like something that came out of my title generator. For perhaps obvious reasons, I’m also saving this as a palette cleanser between Nightlights and the Matchbox Girls sequel.
- The Cold Commands by Richard Morgan: I’ve only read one other Richard Morgan book, but that was the prequel to this one, The Steel Remains. Despite how grim it was, I absolutely loved it.
- The Children of the Sky by Vernor Vinge: Ohhh My God. Sequel to one of my favorite books of all time, A Fire Upon The Deep. A proper sequel, too, not a thousand-year-prequel (which was a very good book, but did not give me more Tines). I love the Tines. I have speculated on what would become of the Tines after the end of AFUTD repeatedly. It is an Old Favorite and I never thought I’d get a chance to find out.
- Snuff (Discworld) by Terry Pratchett: New Discworld novel. As you may know or have guessed, I’m a huge Terry Pratchett fan. I’ve figured out the right way to approach the stylistic changes in his last few books: rather than be angry and frightened by them, I’m just going to convince myself he has his own Brandon Sanderson. Stylistic changes are to be expected, given his situation, and the heart of his stories– the boundless affection for all the variations of humanity– hasn’t disappointed me yet. [Apparently Snuff is in 3 weeks, not 2.]