I haven’t read anything in the last few days that has really inspired me to review it. This evening I dragged my heels through two short cozies, one of which was dull and I only finished it because I don’t like abandoning a book. Essentially, it introduced a new character at the beginning of every chapter. I stopped caring about the characters when the fourth new one was introduced.
Clearly, I’m going to have to write the mysteries I would like to read.
(If you’re wondering, the other one I read this evening was tedious and somewhat lifeless; not good considering the nature of a cozy mystery)
Anyway. Quote for the week is from Van Gogh.
I often think that the night is more alive and more richly coloured than the day.