I read this weekend. Five books. Well, four and a half because I haven't finished the fifth one yet.
I read two of the books for pleasure. The first story was by my favorite author of contemporary romance. It just released a few days ago and I had to read it right away. (There are 200 books piled up on my e-reader app. This book jumped to the head of the pile.)
The second book was one I downloaded a week ago. It's a New Adult. I liked it a lot. The story was different and sweet and quietly lovely. I'd only intended to read the first few pages, but it hooked me.
The last three books... I was obligated to read them. I wouldn't have picked any of them by choice.
I belong to a writing group called Romance Writers of America. RWA. They have a contest for writers called The Ritas. This contest is like the Academy Awards for published authors. It's the published book's version of an Oscar.
I was assigned eight entries for the Ritas. Since the scores are due in a week, I had to get those last three entries out of the way. I'm judging my last entry tonight.
Even though it's an obligation, I don't mind. Dozens of authors have helped me along the way. I want to give back too. And I've discovered two new authors that I will likely continue to read.
Three of the entries are awful. Two are good. Three are great. It's been fun and unexpected.