Nora Robarts, aka J. D. Robb, is publishing the 56th book in her In Death series in January. We appear to have reviewed 42 of the Eve Dallas books (!!!), lastly in 2015 when Maggie gave book 41, Devoted In Death, a B.
56 books is about 50 too many for me.
I like series, I do. But, after about six books, I find my attention lags. This is often true even when a series is stellar–I adore Joanna Bourne’s Spymaster series but was perversely content when she stopped at six. I wish Rachel Gibson had left well enough alone and not written a seventh Seattle Chinooks book. I’ve lost some of my enthusiasm for Sherry Thomas’ Lady Sherlock series as well.
I have stuck with a few longish romance series. I read all the Chicago Stars series–it’s two books too long–and all the Lucky Harbors–they all blended together by the last few. I did read and then read again Bec McMasters’ Steampunk series–she broke it into two parts but, really, there are 11. So there’s one long series–it’s no 56 frickin’ books, but still–I enjoyed. But, in general, once the numbers get into two digits, I’m bored.
How about you? Do you love to glom a good long series? And if so, what’s your favorite? If not, what length do you love?