It’s hump day, lovers!
Halfway through the week, I’m starting to look forward to the weekend. I try not to wish my life away, to enjoy each moment even if I’m at work or rushing to appointments. It can be hard to appreciate that I’m alive, I’m healthy and able and fortunate to be where I am in life – but I make an effort to try if I feel myself slipping into ungrateful thoughts.
But at the same time, I fucking can’t wait for Saturday!
Where there’s just books and TV and lounging with my pets and my husband. Where I get to enjoy the things that hard work through the week affords me.
I’ve been listening to the podcast Someone Knows Something. And while I do find the actual true crime cases interesting, there have been a few moments where the host, David Ridgen has touched on a couple of emotionally poignant things about why we like mysteries even though they are dark and heartbreaking. And I find those sentiments have been rattling around in my head since I heard them.
Ridgen says we love mysteries because in the end, the truth prevails.
Listen, I was 100% sure I knew why I loved mysteries and crime, but this has added another piece to that understanding. And it’s like an epiphany to me and it’s caused some introspection.
I like the truth. I like knowing that at the end of the darkness there is light – in whatever form that may be. The good guys win, the bad guys lose. There is justice or closure or a sense of victory. Someone lies, they try to get away with it, but in the end, they are caught.
I don’t believe in much, but I do believe in truth. Facts.
And there is comfort in reading crime fiction/mysteries/thrillers and knowing that, despite all the ups and downs and suspense and death, that there is truth. There are facts. And they will prevail.
It gives me a little bit of grounding I think. Life is crazy, and this helps me deal with it.
Just yesterday we had a close call in our family with my mother-in-law. She had a health scare, we were all thinking breast cancer! And everyone was worried sick, my husband especially and I didn’t know how to make him feel better because I watched my grandmother die from breast cancer and I saw no comfort there. For those hours while we waited for results and tests, David Ridgen’s words came back to me.
In real life moments, when everything is up in the air and I’m not sure what I’m doing or what the results are going to be, there are books.
Beginning. Middle. End.
These stories ground me.
(And for the record, my mother-in-law is going to be okay.)
So, now that I’m done being dramatic, I thought I’d share some of these ever-important grounding stories that are on my TBR that I fully intend to get through this Spring.
The Vanishing Season by Joanna Schaffhausen: A surviving victim of a serial killer is now a cop in a sleepy town where people disappear each year on the same day she was abducted all those years ago.
They All Fall Down by Tammy Cohen: Hannah’s perfect life is turned upside down when she lands herself in a psychiatric hospital. When women start being killed in the ward, Hannah is convinced there is a serial killer on the lose. But she’s crazy – who would believe her?
Into the Black Nowhere (UNSUB, #2) by Meg Gardiner: Caitlin Hendrix is back, facing off against a serial killer inspired by real-life monster, Ted Bundy.
Dead Woman Walking by Sharon Bolton: As a hot-air balloon crashes, the sole survivor witnesses a murder and she sees the killer’s face. Now he’s after her.
The First One To Die (King and Lane, #2) by Victoria Jenkins: A killer is circling a group of friends, picking them off one-by-one and it’s up Detectives Alex King and Chloe Lane to stop him.
Find You In The Dark by Nathan Ripley: Martin Reese has a hobby: he digs up murder victims and it seems someone—someone lethal—is very unhappy about the bodies he’s been digging up.
The Woman In The Window by A.J. Finn: A single recluse spends her days spying on her neighbours. Gazing out her window one night, sees something she shouldn’t and her world begins to crumble—and its shocking secrets are laid bare.
Forget Me Not (Jess Bishop, #1) by Kierney Scott: A new series featuring a detective on the trail of a serial killer and she must confront her past to catch him.
Dark Game (Kelly Porter, #1) by Rachel Lynch: After a scandal forces D. I. Kelly Porter out of the Met, she returns to her home turf in the Lake District and begins work on a cold case that shocked the local community – the abduction and brutal murder of ten-year-old Lottie Davies.
The Chalk Man by C.J. Tudor: It began back in 1986, at the fair, on the day of the accident. That was when twelve-year-old Eddie met the Chalk Man. And he led them to a body. Thirty years later, Ed believes the past is far behind him, until an envelope slips through the letterbox…
Full Disclosure by Beverley McLachlin: Jilly Truitt, a rising, young defence attorney is faced with a case that hits close to home when the affluent and enigmatic Vincent Trussardi is accused of his wife Laura’s murder and Jilly agrees to defend him.
The Next Girl (Gina Harte, #1) by Carla Kovach: Four years earlier Deborah Jenkins disappears, presumed dead. Now, a baby appears abandoned on a doorstep. DNA reveals the newborn belongs to Deborah. She’s still alive.
And now, how about a little WWW Wednesday to close off this hump day?
🔪What did you read LAST?
My last read was BLACK-EYED SUSANS by Julia Heaberlin.
You can find my review here.
It got 3.5 stars from me. It had a lot of good things going for it, but I found the ending didn’t fit the rest of the book and the pace of the novel was too slow, keeping the readers from getting emotionally invested in the outcome.
Also, I do you a learnin’ about what actual Canadian Bacon is.
🔪What are you CURRENTLY reading?
I’m about an hour away from finishing up HER LAST DAY by T.R. Ragan. The first in a new series starring P.I. Jessie Cole.
I’m actually not looking forward to writing this review, because unless something crazy happens within the last quarter of the book, it’s pretty ho-hum-typical and those are the hardest reviews for me to write.
Really if I’m going to write a good review I either need to love the thing or fucking hate it. I don’t think there is anything I find quite as fun as reviewing a book I hated.
Don’t analyze what that says about me.
🔪What will you read NEXT?
Nothing can keep me from reading INTO THE BLACK NOWHERE by Meg Gardiner.
I picked it up from the library last week and I’ve been a good girl, trying to finish the three books I already had going before I cracked this open.
But I’m dying to read it. DYING.
Honestly, Meg Gardiner is my Heisenberg and her books are my blue crystals.
Until next time, booknerds…