Since plague has struck my household (bring out your tissues!), it seemed like a good time for comfort reads, in the form of two old favorite madcap mysteries that I hadn’t re-read in a bit:
–Dorothy Cannell’s The Thin Woman, in which our heroine hires an escort for a family event, and, a few months later, discovers that her crotchety cousin has left his estate jointly to her and her “fiance”– provided they can fulfill the conditions of his will, which include a treasure hunt. It’s a little Barbara Michaels, a little Midsomer Murders, a little Westing Game, and a lot of sheer, ridiculous fun. It’s held up pretty well since I first read it twenty years back. Aside from the lack of cell phones and other modern electronic devices, it doesn’t feel dated at all. It is also the mother of all house books, including attics to explore, and a family mystery to discover.
— Donna Andrews, Murder with Peacocks. This seemed like a logical next step after The Thin Woman. Substitute a zany American small town for a zany English small town, and weddings instead of a funeral, but in both you have a wise-cracking heroine (in a first person narrative), a handsome hero, and a delightfully absurd cast of side characters.
Next up… I’m not sure whether to continue the Cannell/Andrews-a-thon or switch to some of my regularly scheduled lead up to Halloween reading.
What have you been reading this week?