I wrote this post for Deanna Raybourn’s blog, and I did so delightedly. I kind of worship Elizabeth Peters.
When Deanna told me I could crash her online party today, I basically imploded with glee. Here’s why:
1. I adore her writing, both in book and tweet form. In fact—and she doesn’t know this, because I try to hide my rampant fangirling whenever possible—I featured her books in pretty much every display I created as a librarian.
A display to highlight RITA award-winning authors? Check!
A display showcasing mysteries solved by couples? Check!
A display introducing patrons to steampunk? Ch—
Wait. Not that one, I guess. But if I could have figured out a connection, I’d have slapped Deanna’s books up there too.
2. Because I write contemporary romantic comedies, I don’t usually get to discuss my favorite mystery authors. Not even those authors who, like Deanna and Elizabeth Peters, drizzle some romance onto their stories.
3. This post gave me a legitimate, professional excuse to reread Peters’ Crocodile on the Sandbank and Summer of the Dragon for approximately the millionth time each. And by complete coincidence, our daughter needed a chaperone for a classmate’s birthday party the day I reread them.
My husband: “I thought you were working on a blog post? Because if not, maybe you’d like to take our daughter to the birthday par—”
Me: “Totally working on a blog post! Researching so hard.”
My husband [side-eyeing me as I clambered happily onto my reading chaise]: “Hmph.”
So thank you, Deanna. I appreciate any excuse to avoid enclosed spaces filled with screaming six-year-olds! ::clears throat:: I mean, I appreciate the opportunity to talk about one of my all-time favorite authors and two of my desert island books!