A few days ago, Linda posted a comment that got me thinking about something that I have been debating (with myself!)
“… Since we are getting into the warmer sunny days I was looking for books that take place along some seashore. Anything that takes place on the American shore line or on an island appeals to me… “
I started writing my reply in the comment format, but decided this would probably make a good entry topic. My answer started out as this:
“Linda, I am having sort of the opposite problem. I have read myself up to a Christmas mystery by one of my favorite authors, and I don’t want to have to wait until December to read it. However, I have so few Christmas mysteries left by my favorite authors, that I don’t know whether to –
(A) Skip this Christmas theme mystery, read the next book in the series, and then go back to it this coming December.
(B) Put this author’s books away until this Christmas season, so you can read them in the order they are intended to be read, and enjoy the mystery during the appropriate holiday season.
(C) Read this Christmas book now, not during the holiday the book is set in.
What would you do if the next book (by one of your favorite authors) was a holiday mystery, and that particular holiday was several months away?
OK, I know this entry has absolutely NOTHING to do with Cozy Mystery books. BUT, I went into WalMart the other day, and as I browsed through the magazines targeted for women to buy, I was left wondering when we became a nation where the covers of women’s magazines look like… magazines featuring center-folds of women! I mean, who decided that women prefer buying women’s magazines with air-brushed young, voluptuous (yet skinny) women, with either low cut tops – or no tops at all. Hmmm…
Luckily, he has a lot of interests, so I won’t need to entertain him. I have mentioned that it would be nice if we could do more things together… like clean the house. He actually said he would vacuum the house IF we get a self-propelled vacuum – which is currently at the top of my Wish List. (Of course, I do wonder how I was able to run our vacuum for so many years without even knowing there was such a thing as “self-propelled” vacuums.)
Happy Easter!
