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HoytI’m the kind of person who packs three books when I go away for the weekend. There’s the book I want to read, there’s the back-up book (in case the first book fizzles) and there’s the book I should be reading. I also usually bring a PEOPLE magazine, but that’s a different story. (And don’t look at me that way. I’m merely reading the PEOPLE for the news, although recently I picked up a STAR and was shocked – shocked – by the trashiness of the articles. I may have to switch.) 

Ahem. Where was I?

Oh, yes, reading. I like to read. I think most authors do (I can’t imagine wanting to write if you don’t like reading.) I’m one of those horrible people who often have more than one book going at a time. At the moment I’m reading a vintage A.A. Fair paperback, Beware the Curves, which I found at my parents’ house and Karen Rose‘s latest, Count to Ten (in my own defense, I’d started Karen’s book a couple of weeks ago and then misplaced it. V. frustrating.) Other books I’ve read recently are:

Claiming the Courtesan by Anna Campbell

And Then He Kissed Her by Laura Lee Guhrke

Storm Front by Jim Butcher

Dark Lover by J.R. Ward

If This Bed Could Talk, an Avon Red anthology by Liz Maverick, Kimberly Dean, & Lynn LaFleur

Darkly Dreaming Dexter by Jeff Lindsay, followed immediately by

Dearly Devoted Dexter, by same

The Passion by Lisa Valdez

The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold

What Mrs. McGillicuddy Saw! by Agatha Christie

The last I probably read for the millionth time. Agatha Christie, Dorothy L. Sayers, and P.G. Wodehouse tend to be comfort reads for me.


So tell me what you like to read; your comfort reads, and the books you read over and over again.