So the thing about me is that when I find a new author I like, I read everything I can from that author. This happened to me recently because I borrowed a book from the library (ebook version, of course) by Diana Palmer. Because I have a thing for cowboys, I really enjoyed the book. So then I borrowed about seven more from her. By the time I was into the fifth one, I was pretty sure I’d read this book before. That’s when I realized that all her books follow the same formula. Young virginal woman + older man + tortured attraction + unrealistic characters who profess love in gorgeous prose = every Diana Palmer book. Ever.
The same can be said for Nicholas Sparks. I know he’s wildly popular but his books wouldn’t be his books unless someone dies at the end, bringing everything full circle and leading to the main character(s) having profound realizations.
What is it with these authors? Why do they publish the same book, over and over again? Why does the reader never seem to mind and just keep buying them? Is originality dead? I mean, Colleen Hoover runs circles around Diana Palmer – yet Hoover had to self-publish at first! As an aspiring author myself, I’m beginning to realize that there’s no rhyme or reason to getting published. Janet Evanovich’s Stephanie Plum series is proof of that. That series should’ve ended about ten books ago, yet it just keeps going and going and going. Stephanie’s car blows up + Grandma Mazur is funny + Lula makes fat jokes + Stephanie can’t decide between Joe or Ranger (the answer is ALWAYS Ranger, in case you were wondering) = every book in the stupid series.
The only thing I can surmise is that readers aren’t picky and that there’s no accounting for taste (or the lack thereof). 50 Shades of Grey is proof of this!
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