Every year the Romance Writers of American has a huge contest, called The Rita. It's sort of like The Oscars, but for books. Winners even get a golden statue.
If one enters, one must judge. I normally enjoy that. This year however, I received eight books!
Now rules prohibit me from discussing a particular book specifically. But when I first looked at my stack, I was slightly disappointed. Nothing jumped out at me. No cover or back cover copy intrigued me.
I plowed my way through two of them. They were ok. Not bad. Not great. Just good.
Then I read the third. It's a genre I rarely, if ever, read. But it grabbed me. I smiled through the entire story. Yes! That's a Rita book.
Fourth, once again. Meh. I've got four left now. I just started the fifth one and once again, I'm smiling. It's good. Entertaining. Well-written. I'm enjoying it.
I hope the last three surprise me as well.