‘Tis that time of year, when everyone and his/her grandmother trots out ordered lists, codifying the content of the previous year. I’ll fulfill my quota not with a Top 10/20/40/100 list, but by identifying a major trend for me this year in books: discovery of series. It’s always fun as a reader to discover a new series either wrapped up or already well underway, and devour it whole. It’s the Netflix model! Here are four book series I discovered this past year that, to varying degrees, kept me coming back until I emptied the queue.
The First Law, Joe Abercrombie – Forget the inevitable “grimdark” label. These books are a surprising amount of fun, especially for a broad cast of unlikeable blokes and harlots. Or maybe I’m just twisted that way. Sand Dan Glokta may not be much fun at parties, but he gets the girl! Even as he sucks on his empty gums. Nary a tree-dwelling elf nor mine-dwelling dwarf in sight.
The Expanse, James S.A. Corey – Space opera done right. Franck and Abraham give us more bang for the credits with high stakes and interpersonal drama. Here’s hoping the TV show lands on cable, because a *bleep*ed Avasarala would seriously bum me out. Looking forward to a return to the Rocinante with Cibola Burn.
Miriam Black, Chuck Wendig – Fun, fast, Tourette’s-fueled adventures. Like a Red Bull with a PBR.
Wool Omnibus (Wool 1-5), Hugh Howey – The Amazon poster child does not disappoint, spinning a short story into an ongoing saga with no end in sight. Sheltered dystopia, evil IT professionals, insubordination and revolution. What’s not to love? I’m on board for more adventures in the silos.
I’m finally updating my profile at Goodreads. (So much social! Me can’t stands it.) Looking forward to more good reads in ’14.