There are times when you just need to go back to an old favorite book, and this was one of them.
This week, I cozied up with Trisha Ashley’s Twelve Days of Christmas, in which a house-sitting chef winds up snowed in at a Lancashire manor house presiding over a large house party. (There is a lot of cooking in this book. A lot.)
Along similar– if somewhat more macabre lines– I also treated myself to The Big Book of Christmas Mysteries, which has everything from Hercule Poirot to Sherlock Holmes spoofs to Mary Roberts Rinehart. I love it immensely, although I do find that reading more than three stories in a row gives me a headache. Possibly whiplash from switching worlds too abruptly? (Does anyone else have that problem with short story collections?)
But thanks to this collection, I’ve found at least one new to me mid-century British female mystery writer I’d never heard of before whose books are now on my TBR list. (Because you can never have enough murder at the vicarage! Also scones.)
What have you been reading this week?