Did you hear that? The collective sigh, whimper, shout of the American tax payer birthing another fiscal year? You got your taxes finished, right? Yeah, that was last night. I know, me too, I'm brewing some strong coffee this morning.
And it seems I'm not alone. There is a swell of solid mystery new releases for every taste, (or complete lack thereof) from which to choose right now. Walter Mosley, Jacqueline Winspear, Anne Perry, Harlan Coben, Jonathan Kellerman, Benjamin Black, Elizabeth Peters, Ted Dekker, Martha Grimes, Mary, (and Carol) Higgins Clark come rushing to our rescue and we, (if you're anything like me) throw open the door and welcome their emergency aid. Every year.
Is it by design? Are they manipulating the market here? Am I such a sucker? Am I just another target market, primed by the desperation of the times, ready and ripe to shell out cash for my regularly scheduled literary injection?
Yeah. Guess I am. I need this.
How bout you? What do you need?
Jedidiah Ayres writes fiction and keeps the blog Hardboiled Wonderland.
