That swoosh sound you heard was June speeding past. Good grief.
My therapist and I were talking and she asked me what my favorite book was. I told her that was impossible, especially since it depended on how I was feeling at the time. I mean I love Heyer and Francis and Stout and Chase and about a million more, but I don’t think any of them are my favorites. (Well, Francis’s Hot Money is great. Stout’s Some Buried Caesar. Heyer’s Cotillion, and The Grand Sophy, and The Talisman Ring. Chase’s Carsington series and the Difficult Dukes. And of course Michael Gilbert’s The Quiet House and The Body of a Girl and . . .
That was a terrible thing for a therapist to do to me.
I finally came up with these five in no particular order:
Pratchett and Gaiman’s Good Omens
McQuiston’s Red, White, and Royal Blue
Aaronovitch’s Rivers of London
Connie Willis’s Take a Look at the Five and Ten, or maybe Crosstalk
So now you’re on the hot seat. Top five books. Let’s go.