This week I finished a YA retelling of the legend of the polar bear king called Ice. I loved it. Our heroine treks across frozen wastelands and confronts the very wind and even trolls to find her true love. She even falls to her doom and tricks some Inuit spirit guide to return her to life to save the polar bears, her baby, and her polar bear king. Exciting and sweet. Then I read a cowboy romance that was recommended in a writing book I have. And now I am halfway through an urban fantasy where the hero is plagued by conniving faeries and fashion conscious, hair stylist, vampires who got a custom made Hummer but didn’t bother with bullet proof glass even though they were friends and should know how handy that would have been. Very fun.
But what did I learn from my reading this week. A good plot is awesome, but a character whom you know as thoroughly as your crazy aunt with the 300 collectible Rottweilers, is what makes you re-read a book again and again. And humor, even when the plot is one you’ve seen 3 times before, the humor never gets old.