I’ve been very busy with work lately and a bit stressed out, as a result. And then there’s the traditional fall increase in my television watching after the summer drought. Add to that the fact that I seem to be having a hard time concentrating – and there you have it: Someone who’s been reading a lot of older categories, thanks to Harlequin’s extensive digitizing of backlists.
I’ve written before about my (kind of inexplicable) affection for the Silhouettes of Tracy Sinclair. And, yes, it’s true, I’ve been on a bit of a binge lately. There’s something about a Tracy Sinclair Alpha man that’s comforting to me.
And then there’s the return of the Loveswept line. How can I resist Iris Johansen and Sharon and Tom Curtis? Well, I can’t. And therein lies the rub.
I’m not dissing categories here. Well, since I can already hear the screams, let’s be honest and say that I’m introducing a bit of balance here since there is so much love for categories exhibited all over the Interwebs – here and elsewhere.
Truth is, in the past few years, I’ve taken recommendations and tried numerous HPs and other category novels. Seriously. I’ve tried. Really. And they are just not satisfying to me. It’s been years since I’ve read a new category I enjoyed.
But the categories of the late 80s and the 90s? They hit my sweet spot in ways that the categories of today just don’t.