This is my first post since joining Choc Lit, and I’m feeling my way a little. As a member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association I already have friends among you, and am looking forward to meeting and making more. And as I love reading almost as much as I love writing, I’m also looking forward to enjoying everyone’s novels. So far I’ve read Jane Lovering’s, ‘Please Don’t Stop the Music’ – how could I not when it was the RNA Romantic Novel of the year? Evonne Wareham’s, ‘Never Coming Home’, Margaret James’, ‘The Silver Locket’, and Linda Mitchelmore’s, ‘To Turn Full Circle’ – when it was a pleasure to give a quote for the cover. And I have been absorbed in, loved and finished them all.
Sue Moorcroft’s latest, ‘Dream a Little Dream’ is waiting at the side of my bed, and I know from experience that will be one novel I’ll definitely finish. I seem to give up on so many books nowadays. Once I would persevere to the end of a novel, but no longer. If I’m not into a book by page 100, then I don’t continue reading it. So frustrating when one has taken the time to choose and buy a book or has downloaded it, then settled down with keen anticipation. I just feel that my leisure time is too precious to waste.
To be honest I think I read differently now that I’m a writer myself. I’d love to know if anyone else has found that they can’t always lose that editorial eye? It would also be interesting to learn the criteria of others. Do you have your own limit before abandoning a book? Could it be 50 pages, eight chapters, 150 pages etc? Or maybe you refuse to be defeated, as I once did.