A Medicinal Dose of Murder Monday
Jul. 4th, 2016 01:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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What I've Finished Reading
I came down with something last Tuesday and spent all day in a cloud of fever, confusion, and thirst, a condition which promoted the extreme coziness of The Red House Mystery from slightly off-putting curiosity to positive good. Antony Gillingham and his Watson are pleasant enough, but not exactly company, so I don't feel bad about forgetting them immediately. It was a fast read that made no demands and provided a tidy solution for a fairly sympathetic killer. In the end, Gillingham saunters off in search of more crimes to solve, because this is the sort of book where no one minds if you do that.
What I'm Reading Now
The Ampersand Papers begins with a situation a little like the one in Possession: Lord Ampersand's dead ancestor is discovered to have Literary Connections from back in the eighteen-odds, and suddenly all these irritating eggheads and women in scarves are trying to get a look at the family records for some reason. Lord Ampersand is a simple soul who just wants to shoot a lot of birds in peace, so he and his son haul all the papers up to the top of a derelict tower in the family castle, throw a bunch of other rubbish in to make it extra discouraging, and invite all the busybodies to climb the rotting outside stairs and poke around if they feel like it. This is meant to keep them off without tantalizing them by further refusals. It might work! Unfortunately, it might also lead to a suspicious-looking death on the premises, which is exactly what the back cover (along with the cover design and Penguin Crime logo) assures me will happen.
What I Plan to Read Next
That's it for the criminal element of my luggage until I get home (unless my resolve crumbles and I pick something up at a bookstore) so maybe nothing for a while!
What I've Finished Reading
I came down with something last Tuesday and spent all day in a cloud of fever, confusion, and thirst, a condition which promoted the extreme coziness of The Red House Mystery from slightly off-putting curiosity to positive good. Antony Gillingham and his Watson are pleasant enough, but not exactly company, so I don't feel bad about forgetting them immediately. It was a fast read that made no demands and provided a tidy solution for a fairly sympathetic killer. In the end, Gillingham saunters off in search of more crimes to solve, because this is the sort of book where no one minds if you do that.
What I'm Reading Now
The Ampersand Papers begins with a situation a little like the one in Possession: Lord Ampersand's dead ancestor is discovered to have Literary Connections from back in the eighteen-odds, and suddenly all these irritating eggheads and women in scarves are trying to get a look at the family records for some reason. Lord Ampersand is a simple soul who just wants to shoot a lot of birds in peace, so he and his son haul all the papers up to the top of a derelict tower in the family castle, throw a bunch of other rubbish in to make it extra discouraging, and invite all the busybodies to climb the rotting outside stairs and poke around if they feel like it. This is meant to keep them off without tantalizing them by further refusals. It might work! Unfortunately, it might also lead to a suspicious-looking death on the premises, which is exactly what the back cover (along with the cover design and Penguin Crime logo) assures me will happen.
What I Plan to Read Next
That's it for the criminal element of my luggage until I get home (unless my resolve crumbles and I pick something up at a bookstore) so maybe nothing for a while!
