So many apologies for the big gap between Weekly Reading Round-Ups!
With a two year old and a six year old confined in an apartment, what little computer time I could wrangle was devoted to finished up the next book, Band of Sisters, which will hopefully be coming your way in Spring 2021. (And, yes, they may have flooded the kitchen while I was finishing the last chapter. Details, details….)
But the book is now safely in the hands of my editor, so here I am again, with your Weekly Reading Round-Up!
Like so many others, I’m having a very hard time concentrating on books I really wanted to read, oh, a month ago. I’ve got Kate Weinburg’s The Truants sitting on my nighttable, I’ve got The Twelve Doors of January. I’ve even got the latest Ben Aaronovitch Rivers of London book. But I can’t quite bring myself to start any of them. All I want to read are cozy mysteries that were written at least thirty years ago. Patricia Wentworth’s Miss Silver books (think Miss Marple, complete with knitting), Charlotte MacLeod’s Janet and Madoc Rhys books and her earlier Sarah Kelling books…. For some reason, they’re the only thing I can concentrate on.
Maybe it’s because they’re such comforting vanished worlds: postwar England, 1970s Canada and Boston. Or it could be because, as Dorothy Sayers so wisely observed, “In detective fiction, virtue is always triumphant. It’s the purest literature we have.” There’s an order and a logic to a mystery. It’s like doing jigsaw puzzles: you know all the pieces will fit together in the end. In a time of uncertainly, that promise of answers is incredibly comforting.
What have you been reading these past few weeks? Have you found that your reading habits have changed at all?