I was an avid reader of fantasy and sci-fi books when I was a teenager, and well into my adulthood as well. I find that my reading tends to come in waves, though, and some time in my twenties I got into a non-fiction book phase which probably lasted about a decade. Then I had kids and my reading suffered overall, although I took the time to read a personal development book here and there. Finally, when my kids went to school, I went back to books.
Although it’s been a while since I’ve taken up novels again, I am just now dipping my toe back into my beloved worlds of fantasy. Probably because I have an idea for a novel on the fantasy-ish side (two novels after the one I’m now editing) and I want to see what the genre is doing. Also partly because there’s something delicious about immersing yourself in a world you know is completely made up just for you (and millions of other readers, of course).
So, yes, I’m late in the game to the Sarah Maas/Maggie Stiefvater/Leigh Bardugo worlds, but I’m jumping in. This week: Three Dark Crowns by Kendare Blake, a book whose cover and premise were so fab I just had to order it sight unseen. So far, it’s living up to its promise.
And my love affair with fantasy rekindles.