I'm still plowing through audio books in the Sandman Slim series -- Aloha from Hell , Devil Said Bang, a short story called Devil in the Dollhouse, and now I'm into Kill City Blues.
This isn't a perfect series -- no series is really perfect and why would anyone want that? -- but I'm hooked. I'm watching the main character, practically the greyist anti-hero I've run into, change and mature while still being just as difficult to like. That's a challenge I can get into.
I still have a lot of unfinished books, bookmarks waving at me, inducing guilt that I take up with a new book rather than dealing with what I started and finishing up properly. I don't think any of them are books I want to break up with before the end. That's how I think of it, by the way. When I give up on a book, when I take my marker out of it, close it, and put it on a pile for donation or whatever, I've broken up with that book. Every time I open a book it's a new relationship that has a beginning, a middle, and an end. Some books I revisit over and over again, and they are like long term friends. Others are just one night stands and that's fine -- it's fun and it's over.
Series, especially long series that I get into before they end, are like marriages only without children and community property. One or the other of us will end first, or there will be a divorce caused by betrayal and anger or just weary indifference.
Such a stack of books I want to read and haven't read yet. Always it seems like either I have something else I must do, or I'm too tired to focus, or there's something going on that distracts me. I haven't managed to sit down with a book in my hands more than a couple of times this month.
I have to figure out how to do better. Probably limiting my online time would help. Ah, Internet, you are a fascinating time suck!