In March of this year, I finally tried my first Joanne Fluke Hannah Swensen (Cookie Jar) mystery. I liked it so much that I actually recommended Fluke as my pick for the monthly mystery book recommendation entry. While it has been (more than) several months since I last read about Hannah and the rest of Lake Eden’s towns’ people, I am currently feeling very Cozy reading about the town’s Winter Carnival.
For those of you who read Fluke’s series, you will probably remember that the Winter Carnival takes place in the third book of the series. Why, you may ask, has it taken me so long to read these mysteries if I enjoy them so much?
This all gets back to my seasonal mysteries hang-up. For some reason, I just don’t enjoy reading about a winter carnival that takes place up in Minnesota during a San Antonio 100° summer day. Those two things just don’t mesh for me. That’s a problem that I encounter from time to time when I really like an author, but I know the next book in the series takes place in a certain type of weather/season.
So after I read Strawberry Shortcake Murder (the second in the series) I took a rather long break before reading the third in the series, Blueberry Muffin Murder, since I knew I would want to read it during one of our infrequent cold snaps, which is exactly what we are experiencing right now.
I have spoken a lot about how much I enjoy reading seasonal Cozy Mystery books during their appropriate seasons. This sort of thing often leads to me feeling like I’m not able to read a book until the “correct time of year.” It’s a major drag when I really like an author, but it’s what I do.
So, while I may not have to put on a winter coat, a scarf, and mittens, at least I am wearing my jacket these days. Perfect weather in San Antonio for a Winter Carnival.
You know how the internet is… You look for one specific thing, and that leads you to a second somewhat related thing, which in turn takes you to a third subject, which really isn’t at all related to the first item. You always seem to go from point 1 to destination Z. No rhyme or reason to it, which would be why it’s called “surfing” >>> although it may be called something else these days.
I know I should have done this a week ago, but I am wondering if any of you can think of a Thanksgiving mystery that you think the rest of us should absolutely know about. I did this at Halloween time (
I know that November is the “entrance month” to a season of joy and good will, so I am a little hesitant about posting this “Rant & Rave” entry. I also know that this rant is petty, unimportant, trivial, absolutely idiotic, and a “been-there, done-that” repetition entry, but last week, as I sat in my doctor’s waiting room, I just kept wondering why they’re never on time. I can totally understand it if the doctor is a surgeon, but I’m not as forgiving with doctors who don’t have those types of emergency situations.
After waiting an hour and forty five minutes, I went out to the hallway and called my husband to complain. I don’t know if it was because he really thought it was ridiculous that I had been waiting that long OR if it was because he simply didn’t want to listen to me complain, but he suggested I leave. I cancelled my appointment, told the receptionist I would not be paying for the scheduled appointment, and left.