Do let me know about the Bosch, Steph. I will be all ears (eyes?)
I am having a ball. My cleaning ladies "did" all of my living room bookshelves wnen they came on Monday. They always do a great job of my apartment, and then, if they have the time to spare, they do an "extra," which consists of "deep cleaning" something. So yesterday it was the bookshelves. And later in the day, I had finished my reading and decided I wanted something really light to chase away the grim realities of the world today. I looked all through the stacks of titles in my bedroom, where all the "next to be read" reside, and nothing appealed, not even Mrs. Jeffries or Aunt Dimity. So I turned to one of the 2 shelves in the living room that are dedicated to paperback mysteries I HAVE NOT READ YET. These deep shelves are 3 rows of paperbacks deep, and I have kept them alphabetically. My eyes fell on a Charlotte MacLeod collection of stories by well known, back in the day, authors. Hadn't laid eyes on it in years. Bought it, and every other book on hand, because I wanted to read it, but you know how it is. You buy too many, and some get put aside for later, and more pile in behind, as you continue to buy faster than you can read. Heaven forbid you should MISS anything. But Rubia, who had been perfect insofar as doing only one shelf at a time and thereby returning the same books to each shelf, had failed to notice they had been alphabetical. So this MacLeod was on the front. The pages are BRITTLE, my dears, and almost sepia in color. But I grabbed it and, as I say, have had my spirits lifted no end. The very first story is one of her own, and I am so enjoying her outstanding excellence. The title of the book is Mistletoe Mysteries. Bet you can get it for free these days on Kindle or some such.