I can't possibly be alone in the huddled under the covers, worried about the ax murderer just outside the door club, now can I? Just in case there's anyone else out there who needs a lullaby instead of a campfire tale before bed, I thought I'd try and look back on my reading (book club choices excluded) to see what books I might have read and enjoyed in the mystery and thriller genres (because I just can't stretch to horror or true crime--unless you consider art heist stories true crime books) so I can play along in the spirit of October. And if there are other major cowards out there, you might find something here you're willing to try too. More hard core fans of being scared should hold in their giggles as they read my admittedly lightweight list; these may not be scary or deliciously spooky to you but they are good reads so I have no qualms about recommending them even to you creeper fans.
Caper Series: A Rather Lovely Inheritance by C.A. Belmond
Gothic Tale: The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield
Comedic Mystery Series: The Spellman Files by Lisa Lutz
Mystery Series (child protagonist): The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie by Alan Bradley
Mystery Series (post WWI): Maisie Dobbs by Jacqueline Winspear
Mystery (no bodies at all!): The Case of the Missing Books by Ian Sansom
Mystery Series (very light): The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency by Alexander McCall Smith
I do have a bookmark in a book (The Resurrectionist by Jack O'Connell) right now that claims to be "part classic noir thriller, part fabulist fable" and uses the word "terrifying" at some point in the jacket copy. So you see, I do try to continue to stretch myself even as I also fervently hope this is just so much hyperbole. :-) Do any of you, especially my fellow mystery/thriller avoiders, have any other recommendations for my delicate flower self?
This past week's book travels took me to some very different places. In addition to the one listed above, I witnessed a woman who wrestled with her sense of belonging in faith, a sense that changed drastically when she discovered that her family fled Europe and Judaism just prior to WWII. I survived WWI with two sisters and the family friend who is inextricably tied to them and their family's legacy. And I followed along as a granddaughter kidnapped her terminally ill grandmother to keep her blogger mother from publicly documenting grandma's death. Where have your book travels taken you this past week?