Vampire, werewolves & superheroes, oh my!

Dithering on the Susan Sizemore book (see yesterday’s blog entry) made me realize that I think I may be vampired-out, which is weird, because I don’t even read vampire romances, not counting Feehan’s Carpathians and Sands’ pseudo-vamps, that is. And I haven’t read that many werewolf books either. Uh, actually come to think of it, the only one I can even remember at the moment was Night Play by Sherrilyn Kenyon. I think that’s the right one. (Vane’s book?) And I started to say alien for the last but decided I really hadn’t read enough of those to count anyway so I changed it to something close but dearer to my hear. Superheroes. Yeah! I’ve read every one of those I can find and for the most part enjoy them. Think Julia Kenner and Dara Joy – okay, Joy’s are more in the alien category but you get my meaning. Right?

So, why or rather how, I ask myself, can I be over the limit?

Here’s a theory. I don’t think it’s quantity but quality that’s bothering me. Not quality of storytelling and writing but the types of stories and characters that leave me wanting and waiting for something else. See, I prefer well-adjusted heroes, to tortured, brooding ones any day and, let’s face it, most vampires, werewolves and heck even quite a few of those superhero dudes don’t tend to be a cheerful bunch . . . unless the author sets their “universe” up where they can be. A la Feehan, Sands and for the most part Kenyon. Not to mention Kenner.

And Joy. Oh, I miss Joy’s books.

So, any suggestions?

Yeah, I know, just ignore the fact that first I say I’m over the limit and then ask for suggestions and accept it as a reader’s quirk. You know you have them too.