Lately, I’ve been rereading some of my favorite authors, even though I have stacks and stacks of unread books at home. There is something so comforting about reading a book you already know and love, like watching an old movie for the tenth or eleventh time.
Mary Stewart, Phyllis Whitney, Victoria Holt, Barbara Michaels/Elizabeth Peters–they are my all-star line up for romantic suspense. These are the women whose work inspired me when I was just thinking about becoming a novelist, who showed me the power and engagement created by the proper word choice, who took me to places far ago or far away or both.
Whether I’m snowed in and curled up on the sofa reading, or sitting in the shade on a summer’s afternoon, when I open the cover of one of their many, many works, I know I am in for another wonderful trip into imagination. What a debt I owe them!