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It takes a while, but I'm able to give up on a series. Sometimes it's out of disgust with the direction the author is taking a/the character(s), sometimes it's just boredom with the repetitive nature of the stories and the characters, sometimes the "magic" of the series just disappears and there's no longer anything pulling me to read it.
I stopped Anne Rice after "Merrick" for no particular reason, Sue Grafton at the letter "M" because I was getting bored with the characters, Laurell K. Hamilton after the travesty that was "Incubus Dreams" when she lost Anita's moral compass and decided to switch to writing erotica. I stopped Tom Clancy once he picked up the co-authors and started "creating" series. I've gotten tired of John Ringo's diatribes. I still like the Ring of Fire books when Eric Flint writes them, but I can no longer handle Virginia DeMarce's cast of thousands in the ones she writes. I got tired of Robert Ludlum after a while. I stopped reading Frank Herbert after Chapterhouse: Dune because I just didn't care about that universe any more. Even though I liked the twists and turns in Clive Cussler's Dirk Pitt stories, eventually I got tired of Dirk Pitt himself. I'm starting to get tired of Nora Roberts' trilogies - they are becoming very predictable; I stopped her JD Robb books after the third one.
Then there are some authors that I decided to just let lie fallow, because I was tired of waiting a year between a book and then trying to remember what had happened in the previous one, and decided to let a few pile up before I started the series again. Janet Evanovich, Jim Butcher, Charlaine Harris and Simon Green fall into those categories. The problem is, I started liking other authors and have never gotten back to those four.
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