...put off something (like reading a book by an author you love) for fear of being dissapointed? I find myself doing this rather often recently. I can only blame it on a few favored authors suddenly going crappy on me recently. So, Elizabeth Moon's most recent novel is sitting unread while I find 'better things to do' with my time. And a John Ringo book. Doesn't matter how many I finally make myself read that turn out great, the memory of the bad ones still lingers.