As stated on this blog many times before, I cut my teeth on mystery/suspense novels. As all consuming as my romance reading addiction is - mystery novels are my first love. They just are. Doesn't matter on the type either. Cutesy cozies featuring clever cats, or gory blood-practically-dripping-off-the-pages serial killers. I'll read 'em all.
This will date me, but oh well. Patricia Cornwell was recommended by my Older Sister's Mother-In-Law. At the time, Older Sis did not read suspense novels (she does now however). So she passed on the nugget to me that "MIL said The Body Farm by Patricia Cornwell was really good."
So as a teenager, I read it, loved it, and devoured the other books in the series (for the record, The Body Farm is in the middle of the series).
But over the years, the series has suffered. The author started straying from her trademarks (the cool forensic "stuff" and the grisly crimes) to focus on her characters, much to their detriment. Didn't stop me from reading though. I blame the fact that I started on this series as a teen, and damn me, I'm nothing if not painfully nostalgic. Still, Trace was the last one I bought. Predator was the first book I "checked out from work." And I was lucky enough to get my hands on an ARC of The Book Of The Dead. So I was hoping for an ARC of the new book, Scarpetta to show up at the office as well. No such luck. So on the waiting list I went for a library copy.
Then I got an e-mail offer from Sony. Damn their eyes, it was a 50% off coupon for one ebook. A little voice chirpped in my brain, "Gee, I wonder how much they're selling Scarpetta for?"
That would mean with my coupon, I'd be paying $5.99 for an electronic version of a hard cover print release.
Nevermind that I can barely recall the last Cornwell book I flat out enjoyed. It's only $5.99!!!!
So I bought the damn thing. I'm currently justifying it to myself by reasoning that a work copy is currently on the way to me, and I'm leaving for my Family Christmas Extravaganza on Saturday. I really only want to take my loaded Sony Reader with me, and not have to haul a hard cover book around while I'm navigating Airport Hell.
This jusification is almost working. I still feel like a drunk who just fell off the wagon though.