Over last winter and recently I have become hooked on John Grisham, one novel at a time. My last trip to the Salvation Army netted me five count 'em five of his, and I am in heaven. If you must get hooked on a writer, it's nice to know you probably will never run out. He writes well, no obvious grammatical hangups or annoying first person references that never end.
I tend to wait until all the votes are in on an author (and their books have been turned into paperbacks and then are in the bin at the grocerystore), and then carefully approach one from the side and a bit to the left. Outta range, so to speak.
28 books. oh snoopy dance of joy.