Let me be honest. I knew two letters would likely cause me trouble when I took up this theme of favorite books. And I was right. I’d like to complete my AtoZ though, so I’m taking a slight deviation from the theme. For these two letters, I’m gonna share from my To-Be-Read instead of Read-and-Loved.
Sue Grafton was an author whose works I started to collect simply because the Alphabet Series sounded interesting. And perhaps because I hadn’t read many protagonist PIs who were female, other than Marple. I loved reading the first book titled A is for Alibi, but haven’t really read the rest of the series, an anomaly I hope to correct soon.
Standalone books, even in the series
The Alphabet series feature Kinsey Millhone, a PI. She stays at, and works at a city in California called Santa Teresa. She is thirty-two years old, twice divorced. While I’d recommend reading the series in order from A to Y, so as to get a sense of character development, the books are essentially standalone fictions, that is to say you can pick up any of the books and still find a complete story.
Why this is part of my TBR?
This book adds to my collection of the series, so that’s a good start. It’s one which is titled X, and not X is for. The title itself can mean nothing, or it can mean many things, so there’s a mystery there too. Reading the blurb on Goodreads, it sounds a promising story and proclaims it to be Grafton’s best yet. And it begins with X. I’ve read only one other title beginning with that letter.
Crime fiction is a genre I love reading, so this book might be read quickly. I am hoping that it won’t be a let down, because having read A is for Alibi, I do have some expectations of this novel already.
This is the 10th year of the #AtoZChallenge and my tenth year attempting it. My theme this year is Books – Read and Loved. As evident by the theme, I am going to write on books I’ve read and loved.
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Vinay Leo R.
27. 04. 2019
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.