Snapshot of me reading:
The summer of 2010 was my first summer working in Grand Teton National Park. I lived in Jackson, Wyoming, which boasts a fantastic public library, so I spent most of the summer working my way through the authors-that-begin-with-A section and most of the B section before skipping around to the Ms and the Gs. In the G section, I discovered Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander series, which is a hodgepodge of time traveling, historical romps in Scotland, steamy encounters (in Scotland, which of course adds to the steaminess), and lots of barely-escaping-by-the-strings-of-your-bodice escapades. And there are swords. And kilts. Who could ask for anything more? I read the first few books in the series in 2010 and came back in ’11 to read the rest.
Drums of Autumn is something like book 4 out of a million in the Outlander series, and although the eponymous first book in the series was pretty much everything you could ask for in a time-traveling, swashbuckling romance, the sequels are all identical to each other, which makes the suspense in each book a little like someone showing up on the first day of school in last year’s prom dress. You’ve already seen the damn thing, and it looked better the first time around. In all the books, there are still the same old characters (no matter that they change names and are supposed to be entirely different people; Diana Gabaldon is a 2-character, 1-plot lady, and she is able to spin it out for an entire series), still the same old trick (“they’re from the future! when will the others find out?”), and yet, still I gobble it up. 6 out of 10.