
Man, I must have been in some sort of funk. Saturday morning rolls around, and it’s time to pick my read for the weekend, and there just wasn’t anything on my shelves that was jumping out at me. Normally I’d spend my Friday evening peaking through the numerous To Be Read piles littering my desk and scanning my book shelves for the next read. For some reason I just wasn’t feeling it this time. Pick back up with John Dickson Carr or Agatha Christie? Not today. Maybe dig into Henry Wade, R Austin Freeman, or Freeman Wills Crofts? Nah. How about Herbert Brean or Theodore Roscoe? Those are guaranteed good reads. Norman Berrow, Anthony Boucher, Rupert Benny, Anthony Berkeley….? How about one of those honkaku impossible crimes? They’re always incredibly fun.
I don’t get why, but none of it seemed particularly exciting. Even the guarantee of a smashing time with Paul Halter didn’t get me wound up. I went with that choice anyway, and selected The Phantom Passage, a story that’s garnered some recommendations and I’ve been meaning to get around to. Damned if I didn’t make it thirty pages in before my passion for reading was fully ablaze.
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