I just finished reading two of the newer books by Dick Francis, sadly deceased last year. I began reading Francis around the same time I began reading Louis L'Amour, so about 25 years ago. I love Francis's books. They're somewhat predictable; told in first person, the main character is almost invariably male and has generally the same sort of personality. But it's a likeable personality, and the author manages to make the story different enough each time, and.. yeah. I like his stuff.
I wish I could find an author that was as prolific and wrote the same quality work. I am now back to slogging my way through Steven Brust's Taltos series, and.. it just isn't the same. Francis writes books that are difficult for me to put down, they are engaging and... yeah.
I'm not sure where I'm going with this. I love to read, and these days I find myself re-reading alot of things I've already read, because spending money on a new author so often leads to disappointment. Blugh.