Why I Love Cozy Mysteries by Julia Henry

Sometimes, just sometimes, cozies seem a little bit—no, a lot—sappy but I’m reminded by this why I really do like them 😉

I was always a voracious reader, and mysteries were part of the mix as I was growing up. When I was in high school my family moved to Annapolis, Maryland. The summer before school started was difficult, and my fifteen year old self was in a funk. One day my mother brought home a stack of books from the library, and put one down in front of me.

“I think you may like Agatha Christie,” she said.

I probably rolled my eyes, but I opened the book. The Caribbean Mystery. Not even one of her best, but it was good enough to hook me. The summer got a lot better as I discovered Dame Agatha. I was a Miss Marple fan that summer and for the next year. Then I read The Murder of Roger Ackroyd and had my Poirot period.

Now, Agatha Christie is more traditional and less…

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