I don’t think this has happened to me very often; most of my reading list comes from classics or book reviews I happen across, and in both cases, those authors are inherently already “discovered,” I guess.
I do love catching authors near the beginning of their careers, like Elizabeth Kostova or Ann Packer; there’s a certain excitement in waiting for their next novel and getting to see what they’ll do next. However, it’s also exciting to stumble upon an author, read a novel of his or hers, and then realize that they are still writing, but also have a great backlist to tackle. I felt that way after reading Richard Russo’s Empire Falls, which I absolutely fell in love with, and was so excited to see That Old Cape Magic: A Novel on the shelves. I also remember falling in love with Edith Wharton and trying to work my way through her catalog, not just The House of Mirth, but also The Children and Summer: A Novel . If I really love an author, I aspire to being a completist–wouldn’t that be an interesting idea for a challenge? Hmm…..
So I guess, for me, there’s excitement in every way to find those favorite authors.
- The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton – review (guardian.co.uk)