Normally, I watch videos or movies, but, lately, I've been enjoying novels.
Now, I'm reading Goldfinger, the spy novel by Ian Fleming. Interestingly, Auric Golfinger is British; Gert Frobe, Goldfinger in the movie, was German.
It's my second James Bond book, after Dr. No.
By the way, Bond asked for a vodka martini with a slice of lemon peel. No mention of shaken, not stirred.
I just listened to a presentation of Agatha Christie's Death on the Nile. I'd seen the David Suchet movie, but I'd forgotten how the book ended. It was sad.
I listened to the BBC presentation of H.G. Wells' The Time Machine. It was frightening in spots.
I just finished listening to The Dutch Shoe Mystery by Ellery Queen. I guessed part of the mystery, but there was more to it.
I'm reading Right Ho, Jeeves, a novel by P.G. Wodehouse. It's strange (funny), and I like it. Jeeves, the butler, is the brains of the operation, but his boss, Wooster, thinks HE is.
I just listened the short version of the mystery novel 4:50 From Paddington by Agatha Christie. I had no idea who the culprit was.
I read another Craig Johnson/Walt Longmire mystery, An Obvious Fact. Walt, Henry Standing Bear and Vic Moretti are all involved, as are the local cops in South Dakota.
I finished Christmas Cookie Murder, a Leslie Meier/Lucy Stone mystery. It was only a domestic story until the murder; then, it was better. I liked it.
I just finished reading a Craig Johnson/Walt Longmire book called Return to Sender. Sheriff Longmire is helping his late wife's cousin find a postal carrier who disappeared on her 307-mile route. He found her, but it was a mess.
I just finished The Metropolitan Opera Murders by Helen Traubel. She knew what she was talking about; Helen Francesca Traubel was an American opera and concert singer. She was a dramatic soprano, best known for her Wagnerian roles,
And, yes, the book is about a murder during a Wagnerian (pronounced VAG-ner) opera. It was well done. I really liked the lead lieutenant and the lead singer.
Normally, I watch videos or movies, but, lately, I've been enjoying novels.
I'm working on another Leslie Meier mystery, Chocolate Covered Murder. Lucy Stone is in Maine.
I read English Tea Murder by Leslie Meier. It's set in London. Sadly, I guessed the situation, if not the exact details.
I just read I Am Half-Sick of Shadows, a murder mystery by Alan Bradley. The protagonist of the series, Flavia de Luce, is 11 years old and a budding chemist. I was nothing like that at 11.
I just finished Dog Eat Dog, a npvel by Laurien Berenson. She's written gobs of doggie mysteries. There were tons of names in the kennel club, and I struggled.
I read Unnatural Habits, a Phryne Fisher novel by Kerry Greenwood. It's similar to the TV show.
I read Simon Brett's mystery novel A Nice Class of Corpse. I had to read the penultimate chapter twice to identify the murderer. I thought one had killed the other; instead the murderer committed suicide. Nicely done.
I read War of the Worlds by Herbert George (H.G.) Wells. It's chilling. Unlike the movie, there's not a ton of dialogue.
I also read Tarzan of the Apes on Project Gutenberg, and I'm reading Edgar Rice Burroughs' second Tarzan novel, The Return of Tarzan. I wasn't thrilled with the latter at first, but I'm enjoying it now.
I just read The Missing Heiress by Robert Goldsborough. It's a Nero Wolfe book that I started months ago; this time, I finished it. I was surprised at the identity of the murderer, but it made sense.
I just finished a mystery novel, The Red House Mystery, by A.A. Milne, the author of the Winnie the Pooh books. It was Milne's only mystery novel, and it reminds me of Agatha Christie's style (more Sherlock than Hercule, though). The killer was the one I thought it was, but the victim wasn't who I thought it was. So it was a satisfactory ending.
I'm reading Podkayne of Mars, another novel by sci-fi writer Robert A. Heinlein. I know I at least tried to read it many years ago; I plan to finish it. (The youthful narration reminds me of J.D. Salinger's Catcher in the Rye.)
I read The Liar in the Library, another novel by Simon Brett. I've seen this scenario a few times, but I was curious where Brett was taking it.
I read Mrs Pargeter's Patio, a mystery novel by Simon Brett. It was hard to keep up with all the names, but I enjoyed it.
Brett is the first new author I've added since (possibly) Robert Goldsborough or Larry McMurtry in maybe the 1990s. I read the same authors over and over; fortunately, they wrote a lot of books.
(Psst. Mrs Pargeter's first name is Melita.)
I just listened to the audiobook of The Cat Who Wasn't There by Lilian Jackson Braun. It's one of my favorite Cat Who books.
I recently finished a Robert A. Heinlein sci-fi novel, Time for the Stars; I'd never heard of it before. I don't think it's as good as Stranger in a Strange Land or Time Enough for Love, but it's serviceable. (Actually, I loved the ending.)
I re-read yet another novel by Lilian Jackson Braun, The Cat Who Dropped a Bombshell. I've read all of the Cat Who novels, but I like to revisit them. Braun is one of the many mystery writers I like to read.