I believe the last book I read that left me with that blissful I-want-more feeling was either Bet Me or Welcome to Temptation both by Jennifer Crusie. I honestly can’t recall exactly when this was, but suffice it to say it was definitely over 3 years ago. Or maybe it was Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix? That might actually be more accurate but it’s unfair to compare HP with anything else so we’ll leave J.K. Rowling aside for this post.
I don’t know why I find it was easier to come across good reads before. Or perhaps it was just because the romance genre was new to me so I had a pile of fabulous must-read books to get through? I recall when I first read Paradise and Almost Heaven; I couldn’t believe how wonderful Judith McNaught was and how much she made me care for her characters and story line. Same thing with my first Susan Elizabeth Phillips read, Lady Be Good; not only did I fall head-over-heels in love with Emma and Kenny but I laughed so much at their antics my tummy ached.
It’s sad to say that none of these authors’ latest books have done anything for me. The only writer I can count on always delivering is Marian Keyes. Yes, Sushi for Beginners and The Other Side of the Story weren’t up to her usual standards but, hot-damn, even those are great. I’m saving myself for This Charming Man, her newest, like a virgin in a regency novel LOL. I really, really want to read it but at the same time can’t bring myself to because what awaits for me after that?
I’m in a sad state of affairs where romance novels are concerned. I need, more than ever, book recommendations. And not just plain old good. I want have-me-sitting-at-the-edge-of-my-sit-leaves-you-with-a-hangover good!