A few weeks ago, after finishing E. V. Cunningham's Masao Masuto Series, I went to my bookshelves and debated (with myself!) over which book to read next…. I have (+/-) two hundred books just waiting for me… which is a great feeling for someone who seems to have a compulsive/obsessive disorder with order.

At first I thought that  I would go for a true crime book… Every once in a while I like to "mix-it-up" and add in a book that will offer some change from my very cozy mystery books, be it with a police procedural, gritty mystery, general fiction, etc.

I had an Ann Rule in one hand and a Joseph Wambaugh book in the other… Hmmmmm>>>>> which book did I "feel like"!?! I enjoy both of these authors' true crime so much… but was I in the mood for just that?

You know how you sometimes have a period of not quite knowing what you want to read next? Sometimes I can have that feeling for a few days at a time… when I deliberate over what I feel I want to read next… It's at those times when I catch up on reading my magazines and doing Sudoku puzzles. 

I am always happy when I finally get out of one of those "not-reading" slumps, when I am so intent on finding the correct book for my mood that I actually spend no time reading!