Nope. Can’t write an actual book report anymore. All these clever people who review books get my respect. But I cannot follow in their footsteps. For me reading is much like my travel experience—I know I’ve enjoyed myself but cannot remember what I ate for breakfast or what the castle’s name was. Everything forms one big happy blur of satisfaction. Or not.

I thought I’d write a little about my recent blur of satisfaction, though. I won Christine Merrill’s latest UK release, A Wicked Liaison. Harlequin doesn’t have a US date yet, so I’m reading a super-secret story, feeling like a giddy, smug spy. Last year I raved about her first two books in this linked series, The Inconvenient Duchess and An Unladylike Offer. The third is every bit as wonderful.

I’m really thrilled when I find a new author (or a new-to-me author) whose career I can follow or glom. 2007 was a year I stopped buying some authors automatically, but I found several I’m now addicted to. Abe. Bourne. Mullany. Raybourn. C.L. Wilson. Carla Kelly (I know, I know, I’m really late to the party.). Debutante authors to me, whose prose is still shiny and plots fresh.

Who have you “discovered” lately?

Fiction reveals truths that reality obscures. ~Jessamyn West