Do you ever feel it's too much? The blood? The murder weapons? The victims?
I woke in a dark whorl of sweat and images. And I knew they were connected to the murder mysteries I had been reading. I knew the children involved were leftover thoughts from Child 44 and the social conflicts from Christie's Peril at End House.
Do you ever put down a murder mystery? Do you ever turn away and refresh your mental state with something lighter? Maybe, regret a bit the direction in which your interests lie?
I'll move past this. I didn't read Tom Rob Smith's work Tuesday night, but I did devour more Christie. How could I not?