Alas, there’s no new Burn Notice tonight. What’s a girl to do when she needs her weekly fix of Michael Westen?! Well, how about reading The Fix, the new Burn Notice novel?
I’ve never really hidden the fact that I’m not really into fan fiction. And, yes, I know that didn’t stop me from reading my fair share or even writing some when I was obsessed with Veronica Mars and couldn’t get those characters out of my head. Still, I just don’t get into anything that deviates from canon. That’s not a dig on fanfic writers, it’s just a personal preference. I’m only interested in the story that the creators are unfolding for me and, more and more, I realize I almost always prefer characters to be presented in the format in which I first encountered them. It’s the same reason I don’t get very excited when a favorite book is being turned into a movie. (Though, ironically, I can sometimes visualize book series as TV shows.)
But I’m getting sidetracked. The point here is that I’ve never been tempted by TV show novels. Even though they are typically acknowledged and have the blessing of the show creators, they still can’t be considered canon and I don’t like to commit that amount of time to a story that I’m then going to have to forget happened when watching the show.
So imagine my surprise when I walked by the Burn Notice book in B&N the other day and I actually stopped to pick it up. It’s that damn publicity photo of Michael and Fiona. I’m powerless to resist it! That and my curiosity. I cracked it up figuring I’d just check out the first couple of pages, see how it compared to the show.
Ten minutes later I was debating adding it to my already insane pile of books. I didn’t, for the record. Decided that if the story really stuck with me, I’d remember it and pick it up during my next trip to the store. Of course, the caveat here being that I am in the freaking bookstore every other day. It’s not like I was going to be forced to remember it for very long. But I did. The next time I stopped in, it was the reason…