I have found myself in between adult fiction books of late. I finished the Cookbook Collector recently, and for as lovely as it was, it wasn't what I was looking for. it was a good story, beautifully written, and deserving of the Jane Austen comparisons. Yet it wasn't something I would sneak away to bed early to cuddle up with in my mass of covers and quilts. (Yes it is late May, and I still have two quilts on the bed, and a wool blanket.) My palate still craved something else.
So I began scanning my shelves, and came upon Laurie R. King's The Game.
It's another of the Sherlock Holmes/Mary Russell series. I loved it before, so I tried it again. It fit perfectly. It even spent the better part of ten hours in the hospital waiting room with me.
I am close to finishing it again. The second time so far. I am sure there will be more.
Next on the adult fiction reading list: The Radleys by Matt Haig. I have high hopes for it.
What are the books you can read again and again?
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