I've been on a mystery/horror kick lately, with mixed results. I loved Sue Grafton's latest, U is for Undertow. I've been a pretty faithful fan to the franchise, but I'll admit it's had its peaks and valleys. This installment was a return to the Kinsey I know and love: smart, dogged, and always in the right place at the wrong time. I also just finished The Wasp Factory. Someone recommended it to me awhile back, and I wish I could remember who, because I'd smack them. Blech. And not just because of scenes with bunny and wasp torture, but it didn't seem to have much point. I'm sure I just don't get it, but I really don't want to. Luckily, it was short (though it took me twice as long to finish than much heftier books).
And now I'm right in the middle of the latest Scarpetta book (another series which I was ready to write off, until Cornwell pulled me back in), and I'm enjoying it. Though not as much as I'm enjoying anticipating finishing it, so I can justify running out and buying the latest Lynley mystery. Seriously, people, I'm having some kind of weird, get-in-touch-with-your-twisted-inner-soul moments right now. Perhaps I should stop reading about murder so much. No way. Tana French has a new book coming out in July. Pre-order!