Which is worse?
Finding a book you love and then hating everything else you try by that author, or
Reading a completely disappointing book by an author that you love?
Definitely finding a book you love and then hating everything else you try by that author. I feel like I would keep trying and trying and trying to recreate that magic and I would hate being disappointed over and over again. Yet I would keep trying! Whereas if there was one dud in an author's body of work I could just try another or go back to another I liked!
What about you?