I go to the library every week or so and get a LOT of books. I just wander around. I check the "new" section. I meander through the fiction stacks. I take my time looking around. Sometimes, I go over and pet the library dog for a while. He prefers kids who lets him lay on them, but he puts up with me. There are a couple of librarians who I really like, and I'll ask them if they've come across anything good lately.
I always check the blurb to make sure the book isn't #2 of a 3-part series. I seem to almost never be able to get the books in order or together. If it looks like it might be a good series, I try to find #1. Of course, it's never there. So I get on the "on hold" list. Three weeks later, I might get #1. Then by the time I'm on hold for #2 and get it, I've forgotten a lot of what #1 was about. Forget trying to get #3. Thus, unless I get lucky and can find at least #1 and #2, I'm unlikely to pick up a series.
I have certain authors that I KNOW I'll like their new books. I get excited when I see a new one. I try to avoid jumping up and down and yelling WOO-HOO!!! Even though the librarians applaud the "sentiment", they tend to frown upon the disturbance. I try to curb my enthusiasm.....
So, I'll bring home 14 books. Five of them, I'll get to page 30 and say, "Oh, there's no way I can read this bilge" or the writer's style just doesn't jibe with me. I'm astounded at how there are some writers who can't write their way out of a paper sack but still get published. Of course, that's just *my* opinion.... Obviously they wouldn't have been published if someone at the publishers hadn't seen their worth. Books are like beauty.....in the eye of the beholder...er...reader.
Today is library day. WOO-HOO!!!