It’s not that just that I love to read, although that’s true. I love to get lost in a story. And then, I’m the person who will tell everyone I know, “you’ve got to read this…” until I read the next one. The thing is, I don’t care what kind of story I get lost in.
I read genre fiction. Someone, to whom I am forever grateful, gave me The Lord of the Rings when I was in 4th grade. I read fantasy, and I read a lot of it. I love Star Trek. I watched the end of the Original Series with my dad, when it was on the first time, and I got really hooked when it ran in syndication. I read space opera. I get at least a supporting membership in Worldcon so I can vote on the Hugos.
Somewhere sideways from the fantasy, I got into vampires. And it’s a short step from there into urban fantasy. Not to mention paranormal romance. And from urban fantasy, the crossover step into mysteries is actually not that far. Especially since I was really, really into historical fiction at one point, and historical mysteries are fantastic. Sometimes so fantastic they end up right back in fantasy. And a good happy ever after (HEA) romance, can be just the ticket when I’m down, especially if it’s historic, or fantastic, or has just a touch of space opera.
I read everything but the cereal box in the morning. Actually, I’ll read that if I’m desperate. It can be better than the newspaper.
