As summer draws to a close, the lake beckons. We hurry to squeeze in one more weekend before the school year starts and autumn cools the water. The lake is also the perfect place to sink into a good mystery. The still, deep water; the dark, encircling forest; the hush that falls at twilight—it’s easy to imagine what might lurk just out of sight.
Spooky season is over, and cozy season is upon us. And it just doesn’t get any cozier than curling up under a blanket with a cup of tea while the fire crackles and the tree twinkles. Unless, that is, you’re also reading a Christmas-themed mystery.
Hercule Poirot might hope for a Christmas uncomplicated by murder, but mystery lovers know there’s nothing cozier than reading about murder by the light of a crackling fire and glowing Christmas tree.
Spooky season is here–time to curl up with a scary story while the wind howls outside and the neighborhood goblins roam the streets.
‘Tis the season for blustery days & drizzly nights, chimney smoke & warm cider, & best of all, for everything spooky & mysterious.
I’m a sucker for a locked-room mystery. Or an isolated-island mystery, in this case. It’s day 114 of quarantine here, and while nobody has been killed off yet, I’ll admit I’m starting to have a lot more sympathy for all those characters trapped in country houses, abandoned islands, and snowbound trains.