my guilty pleasure genre has done it again; it got me out of a reading slump <3

the issue with mystery novels is there is so much shit you have to wade through to get to the oyster—and im not inclined to do much wading. thankfully, p.d. james was mentioned in the description of a literature class i’m thinking of taking next semester, so i did not have to do much wading myself. i picked it up at a used book store for $0.75 so this was a bargain for sure. it’s not perfect and the reveal was not my favourite but i had fun.

i am rejoicing in having found someone who can fill the void that not having many Agatha Christies left to read has created.

summer detective novel season is so back BABY!!