I've had the novel The Moonstone on my nightstand for months. Haven't read it.
I even moved it onto my "current reads" category on goodreads.com.
Today I read the introduction by PD James. And then I read the author's note.
And then I stopped. I just can't seem to read it.
Wilkie Collins is an amazing author. The Moonstone is supposed to be the second detective story ever written. The first, and according to most, the best mystery novel ever written.
Collins wrote my favorite book of all time, The Woman in White.
The Moonstone is his last novel. (Which is fine because he is quite dead.)
I've been enjoying looking forward to this book for so long. Is it crazy that I'm nervous to read this book?
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So where the hell are you? Off reading The Moonstone? Howling at the moon? Get to work and entertain me.
I get the same feeling with Chelsea Cain. "Heartsick" was such a good book, I haven't read the sequel "Sweetheart" because I don't know if it will get better or worse in comparison to "Heartsick". I'm so nervous, I have been looking at it for (literally) months--i mean a year. Why did I admit that?
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