I’ll be frank: this year hasn’t been easy. I’m one of the first people to admit I’m sitting in a super-privileged position, and there are loads of people worse off than Mr Wen and I. And yet. It’s a world that’s demanded a certain, self-medicating level of whimsy (and, in some cases, Wimsey) (I’m sorry) in the novels I’m escaping into. I’ve reread Dorothy Sayers, Margaret Maron, and Penny Reid. I’ve joined The Best Niece in Australia on the Keeper of the Lost Cities train, […]
In the year 2025, I’m Team Cozy Murders
Everyone In This Bank Is A Thief by Benjamin Stevenson
The Impossible Fortune by Richard Osman


