When I like an author, I feel compelled to buy every book they have written: my collection of Stephen King…my collection of Agatha Christie…my collection of Ray Bradbury. Sounds rather pretentious, doesn’t it, even for hammock readers?
The problem is that not everything written by an author is equally good. The Stephen King novel, Pet Sematary, I found so haunting and creepy, I knew I would never read it again. So why did I still have the book? On the other hand, The Long Walk, my favorite Stephen King, I have read a gazillion times and will probably read a gazillion more.
If we were talking about a few volumes by one or two authors it would be no big deal. But we’re talking many, many volumes by many, many authors. Agatha Christie wrote over a hundred books…I had them all.
Ray Bradbury, Stephen King, Mary Stewart, Dean Koontz, Robert Heinlein, Edgar Rice Burroughs, Zane Grey, Georgette Heyer, Victoria Holt, Phyllis Whitney, Janet Evanovitch, Jane Austen, H.G. Wells, Mark Twain, Michael Crichton, Robin Cook, John Grisham, J.R.R. Tolkien, J.K. Rowling, Stephanie Meyer, Earle Stanley Gardner, Margaret Truman, Piers Anthony, Charles Dickens, Arthur C. Clarke, Mary Higgins Clarke, Isaac Asimov, John Saul, James Herriot, Suzanne Collins, Fanny Flagg, Norah Lofts, James Michener…
…shall I keep going? And that was just fiction. No wonder if felt like my collection was larger than the local library’s.
Consider breaking-up by-author collections and only keep the work you really love. There are no points given for owning every book written by a particular author.