
Recently, we celebrated my husband’s birthday with dinner out and then bought books and drinks to celebrate the end of another doosey of a school year. I had just heard about a book on a podcast and went in search of it. That’s when I saw The Deer and the Dragon.
I’ve seen many of Piper CJ’s videos online and when I saw she had written a book, I added it to my reading list (a small notebook organized by series, genre, and categories).
As I ogled and grinned, I saw that she had a second series going. The Night and its Moon was in my hands without any thought and I struggled to rationalize putting it back.
Of course I looked for the other book I wanted and began carrying that one around too. The kids thought it was funny that I was trying to decide which one to put back. They knew all three were coming home.
Since getting back into reading, I’d usually have three to ten books read by now, but I’m just finishing my second book of the year. Sure, I’ve started a lot. I’ve enjoyed them all, but that joy keeps fizzling out after a bit.
Lessons in Chemistry was a fantastic read and I think it left me wanting the same level of enthusiasm from my next read. None of them were delivering, so I went with a safe bet and reread Micah in the Anita Blake series. It was too short, so I’m reading Dance Macabre, the next book in the series.

Wait a second, I’m almost done with a third book. That’s a relief. Honestly. It’s a weird thing to panic about, but I’m wired for weird.
Continuing in that theme, I let myself buy all three books because they all gave me that giggling, feet tapping excitement for reading. I skimmed the first page to get a feel for each author’s voice and style to see if they kept that feeling going. Each one had heart and gut tingling lines that had me gasping with glee.
I started The Deer and the Dragon on the way home and am now trying to finish Dance Macabre to get back to it. I’m not sure I’ve ever bought two books by the same author, whom I’ve never read anything by before. I’m just following the joy.