How I managed to get to my advanced age without reading Colin Watson’s Flaxborough mysteries is beyond me; I even did my first master’s thesis on mysteries (“‘A Spirit More Capable of Looking Up To Him’: Women’s Roles in Mystery Fiction from 1845 to 1920,” don’t look it up, it’s terrible).  Then the first one showed up as a Book Bub special and I was hooked.  Just finished the seventh one, lovely real old-fashioned British murder mystery, not at all stodgy, in fact pretty wry while still being comfortably cozy.   It’s been a drizzly week today, perfect for reading about quirky death in quirky small villages.  Then I went to download the seventh and found out it’s not in e-book form until the 31st, and the publication of the rest is being strung out even longer, into July.  You know, these are old books.  Why not put them all out at once?  Annoying, but Watson is worth the wait.

So what are you reading?