Agatha Christie repeats
You’ve heard of comfort food. I have comfort books. Mind you, the comfort books are often accompanied by some comfort food and some comfort drink, but there’s nothing to soothe the soul and take my mind off my troubles like chocolate, a glass of Chardonnay, and Agatha Christie. Sure, I know the ending to every one of them, some more than others, but maybe that’s part of the healing. For all my love of mystery novels, I’m not really a big fan of suspense.
I read three of hers in three days lately, kind of a submersion. I was tired by the end of the third and only skimmed it to make sure my memory of the denouement was right. So Agatha goes back on the shelf and I go back to facing reality. Still, I thank her. She and I have been down a few roads.