A love of dragons

 Discovering a book that holds me through the first few pages and beyond is getting harder and harder. So many have excellent blurbs but the inside is tiresomely boring. I suppose a lifetime of reading means that most tricks, plots and themes have been read before, and some many times. When I was twenty, anything I read was exciting because chances are everything about it was new. The themes might not have been new, but I was new to them.

Now that does not hold true though I go on searching and hoping. I have moved from historical to romance to crime and then onto  urban fantasy as long as there are dragons. True historicals take a long time to write and the big authors do not publish often. Modern Historical romance seems to have taken a dive into sex and that seems popular in certain quarters. While I don't dislike reading sex, a little goes a long way and I'd rather have more story. Contemporary romance has never been my thing. Crime has proved entertaining, even when some of it is positively frightening - the things people can think up to do to one another!  Dick Francis was always good. No doubt I will recall several more favourites from the past once I've published this little post.

But I do admit to a love of dragons. I guess it started way back with the dragons of Pern. After the author's death they seemed to disappear. (No, I never tried those written by the son and daughter.) Now they are back and I'm enjoying them.