My husband introduced me to Lois McMaster Bujold through the Vorkosigan series a few years back. He gave me a stack of books that I was blissfully working my way through, enjoying the political trickery and sheer inventiveness of the characters. Then we moved and the pile vanished. Out of sight, out of mind, sad to say. With a “”to be read”” (tbr) pile like mine, there’s rarely the urge to go seek out something that got mislaid :). My youngest started in on the series though, and loved it. Right up until he reached this gap where a book was missing. Some searching found it tucked in a corner of my tbr pile, overlooked because it wasn’t in a big stack. I had a bunch of newer books to read and so didn’t pick it up until this week, when I couldn’t quite figure out what mood I was in.
Now I’m kicking myself. I love the Vorkosigan series. It has what I favor in military, political, and diplomatic fiction combined with a self-aware, sometimes ridiculously so, character leading a cast of interesting people through amazing chaos that could collapse at any moment but somehow manages to stay afloat. This book is one of those that makes me wish I could take a year off just to read, give myself time to enjoy other people’s worlds and inventions.
I read a wide variety of genres, though not as wide as some, and I’ve been lucky to find some fabulous authors. It means sometimes an older book falls through the cracks. You can bet though, I’m getting my stack back on the shelf, because I now have (again) someone to fill that “I don’t know what I want to read” slot. Of course I also have to take the leap and try her fantasy as well. Though SF is my first love, if authors I enjoy take the plunge, I usually find myself pleased with the results.