My love affair with Nora Roberts is
well-known amongst regular readers and well-documented on this blog. The recent
covers for her US contemporaries have been great (Bride Quartet and Inn
Boonsboro) – very dreamy and romantic – and I’ve loved them. There’s been
some slight changes for a few titles for the UK versions, but they’re ones that I
can live with.
NR’s books are
constantly being reissued and none so more than ever for Kindle with brand new
spanking covers to match. I’ve generally approved (MacKades, Dream trilogy, Stars of Mithra) because they’ve been great choices. NR has been writing since
1981, so her ‘contemporaries’ thirty years ago can’t really be called as such
today, but she writes with such a timelessness that it doesn’t matter; her books could be set in the seventeenth century and you might not notice. While
you can probably tell with the older books that it is slightly out-of-date,
there is never enough to properly pinpoint the book to a set timeframe, and so
I find myself not really caring that it is twenty years old and some practices
just aren’t done anymore. This is Nora Roberts for Chrissakes: she’s The Master.
