It's the same every year. Halloween passes, the nights get longer and colder, and by mid-November I'm in the mood for spooky stories for a winter night. But I'm also thinking about Christmas coming, and I think Christmas and scary stories go hand in hand, so I promptly go and check out a dozen Christmas capers from the library. Then December happens and I haven't got time to read any of them. With all the Christmas planning and celebrating, it's a wonder I have time for anything at all.
So by the time January rolls around and everybody's schedule returns to normal and the winter snow begins in earnest, I've got a stack of Christmas mysteries that I finally have time to read. It happens every year and it's heaven. There's something so comforting about reading about intrepid sleuths who solve crimes while trying to stay warm at the ski lodge, get their Christmas cookies baked, find the perfect outfit for the holiday party, and still get back in time to open the presents. It extends the season for me, but without the stress of having to do all those things myself. Well, except the solving crimes part. I never have to do that.
This year I've read quite a few Christmas cozies (so get ready for a lot of reviews that seem like they're a month late...sorry). I've also been wayyyy into cozy detective shows. The benefit of those is that I could watch them why doing the Christmas knitting or wrapping presents (or sitting in bed with white cheddar popcorn...don't judge). Maybe I should do a blog post about the twenty or more cozy murder shows I've been watching for the past three months. Then again, I'd never be as good as my current favourite blog on the internet, this episode-by-episode Murder, She Wrote blog (I'm serious. It's real. And it's SPECTACULAR!).
|(One is called Amos and the other is Seth. #factsIjustmadeup)|