I went to Barnes and Noble this afternoon to celebrate my birthday the only way a birthday should be celebrated - I wanted to buy books. Specifically, the new Elizabeth Bear novel Chill. They had it, so I bought it.
What amused me, though, is the progression of "from the author of" notes on the front cover.
Let's pretend that I don't already know that Elizabeth Bear is made of 120 proof awesomesauce.
Chill: from the author of Dust.
Hmm. Okay. I'll check out Dust.
Dust: from the author of Undertow.
Hmm, okay. Still not sure who Elizabeth Bear is. I'll check Undertow.
Undertow: from the author of Carnival.
Carnival: from the author of Worldwired.
Here I chuckled. Now, I don't own the Jenny Casey trilogy (of which Worldwired is the excellent conclusion), but I would wager the progression concludes like this:
Worldwired: from the author of Scardown
Scardown: from the author of Hammered.
And there the progression breaks down because Hammered was her first book.
Why am I amused? I have no freaking clue. Too much pizza and root beer? Perhaps.
I still need to read Dust before I crack Chill, but that's okay. And Carnival, but that's not part of a series.
I also picked up a deeply discounted hardcover of The Plague of Doves, by Louise Erdrich and a regular price trade paper of The Unforgiving Minute, by Craig Mullaney