Much like its romantic counterpart, there’s a bittersweet quality to falling for an author. I think Jim Baker said it best in the classic John Hughes film Sixteen Candles: “That’s why they call them crushes. If they were easy, they’d call ’em something else.”
I could go one and on about all the writers I love, but for the sake of brevity, I’ll pick just one.
I fell head over heels for Sarah Addison Allen the moment I started The Girl Who Chased the Moon. I read the entire book on my patio in one sitting. All I could think the whole time was, “I wish I could write like this.”
Not only are descriptions dead-on, but they are vivid in ways one can imagine perfectly:
She doles out wonderful bits of wisdom tinged with just a touch of cynicism:
And there’s just something so engaging about whimsy she instills in her characters:
“There was a mood of magic and frenzy to the room. Crystalline swirls of sugar and flour still lingered in the air like kite tails. And then there was the smell-the smell of hope, the kind of smell that brought people home.”
― Sarah Addison Allen, The Girl Who Chased the Moon
And let’s not forget the romance:
“I spent so much time telling myself that this wasn’t home that I started to believe it,” she said carefully. “Belonging has always been tough for me.”
And that’s me waxing poetic about just one of her books. Don’t even get me started on Garden Spells. Or The Sugar Queen. Or The Peach Keeper, Lost Lake, or First Frost…I’ll just embarrass myself.
Also on my crush list: Julie Anne Long (I’m a Pennyroyal Green junkie), Susan Elizabeth Phillips (of course), Kristan Higgins (no brainer), and Diana Gabaldon (my obsession with Jamie Fraser is nothing to be trifled with).
Who ranks in your top five?