I Think I’m a Book Prostitute (Send Help)
I think I’ve come to a realization about myself and I might be what you would call a book prostitute. Yes, I know it sounds dramatic. Maybe even a little ridiculous but hear me out.
I fall in love with authors too easily. One moment, I’m completely obsessed with Freida McFadden, devouring her books like my life depends on it, living inside her plots, thinking in her twists. And then, just like that, I wake up one day and feel done. Not because she isn’t good or I don’t admire her anymore but because I’ve gotten used to her voice. And suddenly, I crave something new.
It’s the same way I once felt about Colleen Hoover. At some point, I was so deep in her world, reading almost everything she wrote, emotionally invested, completely hooked. Then one random day, I woke up and decided I needed a different perspective, different voice and a different kind of storytelling.
It’s not disloyalty, please don’t call it that. lol. Okay maybe it is a little but believe me, mostly, it’s curiosity.
I want to exist in different worlds. I want to see life through different lenses. I want to feel something unfamiliar again. There’s just this kind of feeling you get when you discover an author who just gets it in a way you didn’t know you needed. And right now? I’m bored.
I’ve tried searching for new authors on Pinterest, but it’s the same cycle of Colleen Hoover, Freida McFadden, and others in that same orbit. And while I get the hype (I’ve been there), I’m craving something different. Something deeper, one that feels like a hidden gem. Just like the kind of writing I found in American Dirt, that kind of immersive, beautiful storytelling that pulls you in without trying too hard.
What I want is an author who isn’t everywhere. Someone not overly popular but incredibly good. Someone who writes in a way that lingers, who would make me forget I even have a life outside their pages. Male or female, it doesn’t matter. As long as the writing is good, I’m sold.
So if you’re reading this and you know that author, the one you almost don’t want to share because they feel like your little secret, please, I’m begging you. Put me on.
Because yes, I still have unfinished books from my current obsessions. And yes, I will get back to them eventually. But right now? I need someone new. Desperately. Send help.
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