I’m confused! If I’m reading the latest Casey Mayes mystery, does that mean I’m enjoying Chris Cavender‘s writing? If I really enjoy J. B. Stanley‘s Supper Club Mystery Series, does that make it a sure bet that I’ll enjoy the Books by the Bay Mystery Series by Ellery Adams? I love the Julia Callahan Garrity Mystery Series by Kathy Hogan Trocheck, does it follow that I’ll also love the Weezie & BeBe Mystery Series by Mary Kay Andrews?
Do you see the source of my befuddled state of mind?!?
Why is it that more and more mystery book authors are going by pseudonyms? (Or did these same authors used to use their pseudonyms, and are now writing new mystery series using their real names?!?) I have enough trouble following the names of all the mystery series some authors are now writing >>> without having to find out about their new series under new names!
It is my opinion that it is beginning to be a new fad in the mystery book market place. Some mystery readers and/or authors may like it, others may not, but it does seem to be happening more and more these days.
Having said this, I will tell you a story that I find very interesting. It is something that occurred way back in the 1980s, and it concerns an author who my husband (a literature major in his under graduate studies) thinks is one of the best current story-tellers and authors of our times: Stephen King. Some of you may already know this story, but I am going to going to tell it anyway. Well, actually I think I’ll save it for tomorrow…