I have a confession. I am pressuring my hubby, Bo, to read the novella That Thing at the Zoo by James Tuck. My hubby, the non-reader. The man who read seven pages of The Hobbit and all he could remember was that Gandolf had a grey beard. The man who only reads books required for his job or some computer tech thing he’s interested in. Why am I doing this? Because he read when he was younger, I know he can do it and know he would like this series in particular. Plus I need someone to talk shop with so badly I’m about to explode!
Something about the way I choose novels has me the odd man out in my circle of reading friends, even here on LE *wink wink*. Seriously, 9 times out of 10 I do not know what author is being discussed. Before LE, I didn’t try anything new unless someone gave it to me. I was ridiculously devoted to my small favorites list. Thankfully I am more adventurous now, but I’m still out of the main loop anyway.
Here’s how I shop (library, book store and online): I don’t follow trends, I don’t use the “Bestseller’s List” or blogs as my guide and the only time my friends taste is considered is when they recommend something. Also, I don’t take publication date or name on the cover into consideration. Instead, I head for a genre I like. I pick up random books, read the synopsis and skim pages. If it sounds good, I get it, if it doesn’t I put it back. That’s my process in a nutshell. Is this strange to anyone?
There is one good thing that has come out of my ‘odd’ personal library. A few times I have found something before it exploded into popularity! Booyeah!
The way I see it, this is a win-win for the both of us. I get someone to finally talk about this series with which I’ve been dreaming of it ever since I first read his work! Bo loves crass humor, badass action, vampires and other spooky monsters of the like. Tuck’s series has all of that, so how could he not enjoy it? Honestly, I’m not sure how anyone couldn’t love this series, but I digress.
Knowing his enemy is a rule Deacon Chalk swears by. But he’s never seen anything like whatever is leaving the Atlanta Zoo’s most dangerous predators bloodless, skinned, and hanging high in treetops. And he’s only got till sunrise to keep it from turning the entire city into a slaughterhouse. Now Deacon is in zoo lockdown with a handful of staffers to save. His zookeeper backup has more guts than monster-hunting experience. And the only chance Deacon has to run this thing to unholy ground is to risk unleashing his darkest, most uncontrollable instincts. . .
Eventually we’ll branch out to others like Nancy Gideon and Laurell K. Hamilton, then maybe, someday, on to historical romance. Hush, he’s chivalrous it could work!
So, tell me dear readers, is there anyone out there like me without a reading buddy/group? What do you do when you just finish a novel that has your blood pumping with excitement, but you have no one to talk to about it? Or how about when everyone is discussing a book you have never heard/read, and you sit there all alone, bored? Please tell me I can’t be alone in my misery!