A series of books is a delight and a weighty responsibility.
I
have four collections going right now, and I've almost surrendered.
Each book in every series is heavy with plot, character development.
Tiny frayed threads beg to be woven into the larger tapestry of the rich
brocade of, say, A Discovery of Witches or A Map of Time. And yet —
How can I resist such luscious stories?
I began the All Souls Trilogy in 2011. When the second book, Shadow of Night,
hit the shelves in 2012, I nearly jumped at the opportunity to read the
first book again so I was properly acquainted with the nuances of the
story.
Until I read the author's website.
Seems
there was no release date for the third book. Honestly, I can't
remember what I had for breakfast most mornings, so I am wont to begin a
series without a strong enough commitment to re-read as necessary —
particularly such a rich novel.
I waited until I knew the release date for The Book of Life.
It's in five months' time. Now the decisions must be made: When do I
start the first novel again? When do I start the second tome? And how do
I prevent author repeat-itis?
It may seem silly to
worry about such a thing. I've read every Stephanie Plum book without a
problem. I know what Grandma Mazur is up to, and I'll find out whether
Stephanie is on-again with Joe, or off-again. Karen Marie Moning's Fever
series also is easy to pick up after a hiatus: Mac tells us what we
need to know to get back up to speed.
However,
therein lies the difference between a series and a trilogy. A series
will remind you that Stephanie drives Big Blue when her car is blown up
(or stolen or crashed or...). Mac will remind you that she fed un-Seelie
to the police officer, who now hungers for more.
A
trilogy, in contrast, is finite, hopefully tight and spare. One doesn't
expect to have too many prompts and reminders in such a "short"
collection. I re-read Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children
in January in anticipation of the second novel's release. Now that it
feels like a series, I am almost sorry I did: I could have been reminded
of all of the important stuff as the book went along. Don't get me
wrong: the novel was a great read, but I have plenty on my nightstand to
finish in this lifetime without unnecessary re-reading.
I discovered Margaret Atwood's apocalyptic trilogy after The Year of the Flood,
the second book, was released, so I'm biding my time now that all three
are available. I'll weave all three into my regular list so I can enjoy
each one in its own time.
However,
the Witches series felt denser, more complex. I enjoyed it too much to
miss out on any subtlety in the books that followed. (Plus, time
travel!) I want to read the third as soon as I can, but I can't figure
out how to squeeze in the first two in the short time I have. I may have
to pace myself more slowly, much to my dismay.
And The Map series? I have teased myself with it long enough. It will be mine this spring or summer. Yes, it will be mine...
UPDATE: In related news, Powell's Books asked an important question: where do you begin in a "new to you" series?
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