Judging a book by its (swell, just swell) cover
I was at our local Danish library on Sunday afternoon, browsing through the English crime novels (British English before American English, according to Danish cataloging systems...). I like to read before I go to bed and I love crime novels. But not ones filled with death and despair. A bit of death is fine - it's the bleak, cruel, sordid ones that I try to avoid. That's why I love the Montalbano series so much. Set in Sicily, the sexy swarthy detective swims daily in the nude (winterbathing anyone?!) and often escapes from work (or unplugs the phone at home) in order to enjoy his food. And there's lots of food. Plus he manages to [boom, boom!] devour a few signorinas along the way... ;D
Anyway, back to the library. I spotted this book - which stood out like a sore thumb (or 'exquisitely painted fingernail') amongst the dimly lit streets, pouring rain and hooded figures that have infiltrated the display shelf. Look at that hair and that dress! What a swell looking female detective - just like something out of Thoroughly Modern Millie... :D
Two pages in, and she's already mentioned gin, a country house, a stolen diamond necklace, a retired Indian Colonel, a Duke, a ballroom, a gardener's boy and a cricket ball. Raaaaaaspberries! I'm off for a cuppa and 15 minutes of my new book.
Hope you have a terrific Tuesday! :)