While much of the world was obsessed with Harry Potter, I didn’t read any of them. Shocking I know and I may lose some of my followers with that admission. I’m not opposed to reading them, it’s just that during the time that Harry Potter books were on the new release lists, I was thoroughly engrossed in a couple of other series.
Karen Marie Moning’s Fever Series was in full swing, and well what can I say. Barrons is the bomb! http://www.karenmoning.com/kmm/novels/fever-series.html They should be read in order to make the most sense. Here’s a quick blurb from the author’s page:
MacKayla Lane’s life is good. She has great friends, a decent job, and a car that breaks down only every other week or so. In other words, she’s your perfectly ordinary twenty-first-century woman.
Or so she thinks… until something extraordinary happens.
When her sister is murdered, leaving a single clue to her death–a cryptic message on Mac’s cell phone–Mac journeys to Ireland in search of answers. The quest to find her sister’s killer draws her into a shadowy realm where nothing is as it seems, where good and evil wear the same treacherously seductive mask. She is soon faced with an even greater challenge: staying alive long enough to learn how to handle a power she had no idea she possessed–a gift that allows her to see beyond the world of man, into the dangerous realm of the Fae…
This is a dark, edgy urban fantasy that has some elements of paranormal romance. I’ve read Karen’s other series, the Highlander series and I strongly recommend them to any romance readers. We all have our favorites and Karen is one of mine.
During this same time, Christopher Paolini’s books came out. I bought one of the self published editions of Eragon, and pre-ordered the rest when they were released. I don’t know how many of you have read these books but they are substantial books, close to 500 pages each.
So while I was living vicariously through Mackayla Lane in Dublin, Ireland and enjoying the fantasy realm of Alagaesia with Sapphira and Eragon, most of my friends were gaga over Harry Potter. I couldn’t discuss things with them because I hadn’t read it. They weren’t interested in reading my stuff either, except my one faithful writer buddy Bethany!!! Love that girl!
Bethany and I share a passion for The Fever series. I pre-ordered us both a copy of Shadowfever when it was first released, only to find out that her mom had already gotten her a copy. We never gave the spoilers away, but when we finished a book we were in deep discussion about anything and everything that happened in the book.
I have several online writing friends, and many were taken aback to find out that I had not read Harry Potter. I’ll get around to it eventually. I find it ironic though that the HP obsession is so pervasive. How many have read any of the classics? Shakespeare anyone? Fyodor Dostoyevsky anyone? Can you even name one of the books written by him? What about some Jane Austen? How about reading some Hemingway? No, these aren’t currently popular, but each has its merits.
Many times authors give the advice to read, and write a little every day. I’m not downing anything that someone else is reading. Not everyone is going to like the same things. I don’t read westerns, but Louis L’Amour has written many great books. My tastes in reading materials aren’t any better than Joe Schmoe’s, just different.
There are so many books to read and only a certain amount of time that I can allot for reading. When it came to choosing between Sapphira and Harry Potter, sorry but a dragon trumps a wizard any day in my book!
Speaking of my book, I don’t have a wizard in my story. I have a mage. In my world, the blood line of the mages are revered on nearly a god-like level. My mage is very old, nearly 2300 years old, but then again the dragons are several hundred years old as well. He’s rather lackadaisical, yet brilliant. He’s the most powerful mage since his father died at 5600, from a rock slide. The story is about dragons, legends, and of course the mage is an intricate component on every level of the story. I think some of his quirks are quite funny, but humor is hard to convey in written form.
I put myself into this story, literally. One of the characters is me, not in name but it’s essentially me. Alfred Hitchcock always did it and I thought it would be fun. I’m having a blast with it, I just hope my readers will find it as entertaining.
Oh, and did I mention that it is set in Scotland? Where else would my story be?
What do you think would trump a dragon? Maybe I’ll write that into the second book. Write on my friends, write on!