I feel kind of embarrassed about doing that because in most cases I'm late to the party. 'Woo hoo, I just discovered a series that started coming out in 1996 and that everyone has read but me!' That said, if you haven't read the Nightrunner series by Lynn Flewelling, you totally should. I've already converted your sister, and I think she's trying to get your mom to start.
Also, some of my likes are incredibly specific (see above list of gay romance novels featuring psychics, mediums, shamans, and spiritualists). I'm currently mainlining the Charm of Magpies series by K.J. Charles on that list.
Also also in incredibly specific-land, there's a Musketeers series (The Queen's Musketeers by R.A. Steffan) featuring Dumas' characters in an AU plague-ridden 17th century France, where King Louis has been overthrown by his brother, and the remnants of the musketeers are protecting a very pregnant Queen Anne and plotting to regain the throne for the dauphin. There's action and intrigue and whumping and brotherly bonding and awkwardly shoehorned-in het sex scenes, and it pretty much pushes every single button I have, but then I've had a crush on d'Artagnan since I was about 7 years old. As a plus, you can download the first story, We Feared to Fly, from Amazon for free.
You can always follow me on Goodreads (https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/2206645-the-other-sandy). I don't always write reviews of the books, though. I want to, but I have this thing where if I don't like a book, I know exactly why and can articulate it clearly (one of my especially negative reviews somehow accidentally became the top review for that particular book), but if I do like a book, the only thing in my head is "squeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!" and I can't really explain what it is I like or why I like it. Maybe it's because the stories I like most are the ones where the author gets out of the way and lets the story unfold, rather than trying to dazzle me with their wordcraft. It feels like the characters are living and breathing, and things are just happening naturally, so there's seemingly no writing or plot to critique.
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Date: 2015-05-07 12:30 am (UTC)From:Also, some of my likes are incredibly specific (see above list of gay romance novels featuring psychics, mediums, shamans, and spiritualists). I'm currently mainlining the Charm of Magpies series by K.J. Charles on that list.
Also also in incredibly specific-land, there's a Musketeers series (The Queen's Musketeers by R.A. Steffan) featuring Dumas' characters in an AU plague-ridden 17th century France, where King Louis has been overthrown by his brother, and the remnants of the musketeers are protecting a very pregnant Queen Anne and plotting to regain the throne for the dauphin. There's action and intrigue and whumping and brotherly bonding
and awkwardly shoehorned-in het sex scenes, and it pretty much pushes every single button I have, but then I've had a crush on d'Artagnan since I was about 7 years old. As a plus, you can download the first story, We Feared to Fly, from Amazon for free.You can always follow me on Goodreads (https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/2206645-the-other-sandy). I don't always write reviews of the books, though. I want to, but I have this thing where if I don't like a book, I know exactly why and can articulate it clearly (one of my especially negative reviews somehow accidentally became the top review for that particular book), but if I do like a book, the only thing in my head is "squeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!" and I can't really explain what it is I like or why I like it. Maybe it's because the stories I like most are the ones where the author gets out of the way and lets the story unfold, rather than trying to dazzle me with their wordcraft. It feels like the characters are living and breathing, and things are just happening naturally, so there's seemingly no writing or plot to critique.