“Pandemic time distortion” is apparently a thing, referring to the feeling of not knowing what day of the week it is and/or that time has speeded up or slowed down. In my case, my internal calendar is stuck in March, the month when the pandemic hit where I live, New York City. Since March 2020, I think it’s March no matter what month it is, and if I think about the season, I think it’s spring. At least, like the broken clock that’s right twice a day, I’m right once a year.
Rather than battling it, I’m throwing out the internal time clock and its idea that what I read should match the season. Beach reads in December, snowed-in murder mysteries in the summer, that’s me. This week brought some chilly reads when it was in the 80s outside and that’s OK!
Snowy Finland is on the cover of Max Seeck’s The Last Grudge, which Brian recommends for fans of Camilla Läckberg and Jo Nesbø. An estate in the French Alps is the setting of Lexie Elliott’s Bright and Deadly Things, a locked-chalet mystery. The neighbors bring more chills than the weather in the two books I read this week, but they’re still ideal for a day indoors, whatever the weather. Swanky Emerson, Massachusetts is the setting for Stephen Amidon’s Locust Lane, where wealth can’t keep the violence or its sprawling consequences at bay. In Amber Garza’s A Mother Would Know, the coldness is within, as the protagonist feels her mind slipping away as family catastrophe looms ever closer.
Enjoy and see you next time!