I confess. I am addicted to the literary genre of cozy mysteries. Seriously addicted. For those of you who haven’t found themselves in the cozy world, these mysteries are as Wikipedia states: “Cozy mysteries, also referred to as “cozies”, are a subgenre of crime fiction in which sex and violence are downplayed or treated humorously, and the crime and detection take place in a small, socially intimate community.” I love them. I can not lie.
They are quick and easy reads. Sometimes if I find an author I like, I will buy the series and binge on them. Like the crash after a sugar high, when the series ends, I feel like I have lost good friends.
Now cozies are not the only books that I partake in. My library and archive in Nook boosts biographies, tell-alls, thrillers, how tos and even some history and science tomes. But in between every ounce of heavy reading, you will find a cozy.
My favorite gifts are to the Dog and Bull (of course), Charming Charlie (to feed my bling thing) and Barnes & Noble to keep my Nook library filled with readables for me to grab and lose myself in.
I used to buy paperbacks back in the day. The piles of literary cadavers grew and grew, as did the stacks waiting to be read. I would get uncomfortable when the stacks began to shrink. Luckily, e-books came to be and I adapted immediately. I no longer have to search for someone to take the piles of novels. They are all just “out there” somewhere.
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