My father was a fan of Agatha Christie. Lying around my childhood home were almost every one of her mystery novels.
I devoured those books. In turn, those books set my expectations to a rather high standard, so much that for years I could barely read a page or two into any other mystery.
Now, a personal renaissance has led me back to the genre. Here are a few favorites:
- Lovesey’s Peter Diamond series: a British detective in contemporary Bath. Suspense until the end
- Dee Henderson is a favorite Christian author. Haven’t found anything I don’t like yet, although I’m partial to the O’Malleys.
- Nevada Barr’s Anna Pigeon: an everyday, all-too-human park ranger driven to solve mysteries in the great outdoors? Awesome
- Dick Francis: How did I not discover him years ago? His protagonists are usually ex-jockeys in Britain trying to find their way when they cannot compete anymore.
- Victoria Laurie’s Psychic Eye series: Maybe the lightest in the not-serious sense. A woman with fears, faults, and a little fury (hello? like the rest of us) helps law enforcement with a rather active and accurate psychic sense
- For laughs, I’m re-reading the Mrs. Pollifax series by Dorothy Gilman