by James L. Rubart
I probably should've titled this post, “You Can’t Understand the Mind of Readers”, but I digress. Let’s get to the stories:
In March I keynoted at my friend Jan Cline’s writing conference in Spokane, WA and had the chance to stay for a few nights with Brandilyn Collins and her husband Mark who live in nearby Idaho.
|The view from Brandilyn and Mark's home. Spectacular!|
Being the extremely gracious hosts that they are, they invited us to join them and their guests at the table.
After meeting their friends and a bit of chatting, the woman I’d just met asked me what kind of fiction I wrote. I described ROOMS to her and she got a puzzled look on her face for a second and then said, “I read that book. I gave it to a friend of mine after I finished. She really enjoyed it.”
I smiled and nodded.
She paused and then said, “That book was … uh … interesting.”
I showed no expression on the outside, but on the inside I was laughing. It didn’t offend me in the least. If she’d expanded on her feelings she probably would have said ROOMS was all right, but it didn’t really connect with her.
That reaction I understand. Not everyone is going to love our novels. (Let alone our jokes, the movies we like, even our personalities.)
Here’s the story I Don’t Understand
Last Friday I was part of a multi-author signing and during it a man came up and tapped one of my novels.
“I just had to thank you for this book. It was an amazing novel. Really just so powerful. I bought it four or five years ago from you and still think about it. Had to come up and tell you how much it means to me.”
I thanked him and asked if he’d read any of my other novels, and if so, what he thought.
“No, no, haven’t had the chance to read any of the others.”
At that point my marketing persona kicked in. I didn’t ask my next question hoping he’d buy one of my other novels, I was genuinely curious.
“If you liked this book so much, what kept you from trying any of my others?”
“Well, I have a lot of books on my to-be-read pile.”
I won’t bore you with the rest of the conversation, you’d probably be thinking the same thing at that point: It’s been four or five years! That must be an Empire State Building tall TBR pile.
Maybe it’s because when I find a book I go crazy over, I devour all the books that author has written. Finding a new author I love is like opening a multitude of presents on Christmas morning.
Am I weird? Do you ever read a novel, love it, but never read another by that writer?
Do you have any stories in the same vein as mine? Would love to hear them!
James L. Rubart is the best-selling, Christy award winning author of six novels. His seventh, The Five Times I Met Myself, comes out this November
During the day he runs a marketing company which helps authors make more coin of the realm. He lives with his amazing wife in the Pacific Northwest and loves to dirt bike, hike, golf, take photos, and still thinks he’s young enough to water ski like a madman. More at www.jameslrubart.com