Well, I have been a fan, a worship-at-his-feet fan of Coben ever since writer Margaret Watson insisted I had to read Coben’s Tell No One.
Fabulous beyond belief with its blend of thriller elements and emotion. I was knocked out of my socks.
So I tried to read his Myron Bolitar series. Myron is a former great basketball player who blew out his knee his first pro game and then became a sports rep on the side, occasionally getting into some detective work as needed for his clients. Couldn’t get into it. Didn’t like the tone with its blend of smartass and then these hits of really powerful emotion. Something about that didn’t work for me.
Until. . . I decided to give them a second try. Okay, I confess. I’m hooked. I read all of them. I’m still bugged by what is for me ajagged tone, but even the Myron Bolitar books are now a must buy, must read for me.
Perhaps, like a lot of relationships, the timing was just not right on our first meeting?
Anyway, if you haven’t yet read any of Coben’s work, give yourself a holiday treat and find one. You’ll be glad you did.
And if you’re not? Hey, you might need to wait a while and hit the books again. As I did.