I read cozy and historical mysteries, a bit of Paranormal/UF, and to mix it up, I read science and gardening books on occasion.
Yesterday MT uttered 6 of my favorite words to me: I'm out of books to read. This means it's time for our bi-annual pilgrimage to our local bookstore, where he creates an obscene pile in 0.4 seconds while I'm still struggling to find the new releases table.
I've also received quite a few new books this month, including an unexpected score from Otto Penzler's recent auction of his collection, a vintage copy of The Red House Mystery, and a collection of short stories from Milne, A Table Near the Band. They were auctioned as a lot, and I put in a low ball bid expecting to be outbid in minutes, when instead I won. Woot.
A few Halloween possibilities because they're mysteries (and one magical realism), but nothing really in-season.