So as of today, I’ve now read 25 books for the year. I probably could have had 26 by today, but yesterday afternoon when I went to work at the library, I accidentally returned the latest book I was reading. I got home, planning possibly to finish the book because even though I wasn’t that far along in it, it was a light read, only to discover I accidentally had returned the book. I confirmed that I had done just that at our library’s website.
The book? The Road To Ruin by Donald E. Westlake, the 11th in the series about Dortmunder, the hapless burglar…which in a roundabout way brings me to the subject of today’s post. Westlake is one of those authors to which I keep returning again and again, as is Agatha Christie. I guess I consider them “comfort authors.” When all else fails in my reading, I can rely on them to provide me a comfortable place in my reading– and I don’t mean staid or complacent necessarily. What I mean is that I enjoy their works so much that I almost can’t wait to return to them — although another part of me doesn’t want to “gobble up” all of their works either. I want to savor them — like a fine wine…or at least like a fine brew.
So to keep this short today, do you have “comfort authors” to whom you return again and again? If so, who are they? And why? For me, with Westlake, I enjoy not only his sense of humor, but also his settings, which are mostly around the state of New York. As for Christie, I just need those little mind diversions that her mysteries provide me, especially her Poirot mysteries.