I am the sort of person that if I read something and I like it, and the way that it’s been written, I shall then proceed to read as much as possible by the same author. So consequently, when I first discovered libraries I read one of the Andrew Lang Fairytale books (can’t remember which colour) which contained many fairytales and carried on until I had exhausted them all.
From there I progressed to Folk tales from different countries and this kept me going for a bit. Other series that I liked reading as a child were the Sam Pig books by Alison Utterly. I just like the way that these were written and the illustrations. I read one Sherlock Holmes book and this lead to just having to read them all.
When I discovered Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre (which we had to read in school), I began to realise what ‘literature’ was really about. Dickens also had the same effect on me, I devoured nearly his books, with varying degrees of enjoyment (though I still haven’t read ‘Edwin Drood’). This habit has stayed with me as an adult. When I saw ‘Tipping the Velvet’ on TV, I decided to read the book, from there I have now read all Sarah Waters books: some are better than others, but I just love they way in which they are written – I like the style. Having said that, Patrick Hamilton’s books, of which I have enjoyed an extensive one after the other phase, tend to be erratic (the author showing through sometimes too much), enjoyable though
An author I could not get enough of about 25 years ago was Stephen King. His works translates fabulously to the screen, My hubby doesn’t like him, says he has a tendency to waffle on. I disagree. When for example, you read something like ‘The Shining’ it’s true that half the book is taken up with describing the hotel – but that’s the genius of King, he builds atmosphere so skillfully. Then when the ‘hotel’ or scene of the horror is set and is then so vivid in your imagination – he just steps right in and frightens the hell out of you, lol!