Friday, August 31, 2012
Chet and Bernie Mysteries
I'm really enjoying the Chet and Bernie Mysteries. Dogs and Private Investigators. What's not to love?
I like the way Spencer Quinn tells the story from the dog's point of view. The dog is looking for clues to help Bernie and then finds a Cheetos under a couch and gets distracted. He listens to the conversation and then falls asleep and misses what's going on. He finds a rotten piece of hot dog and eats it. He starts to feel sick, barfs it up and is happy as a clam. Funny and so real all at the same time.
The mysteries are not the cozies you might think, based on the dog gimmick. They are darker and more dangerous than the usual pet mysteries.
I learned my lesson about reading a whole series, one after another. When I used to find an author I loved I would sit down and request all the books from the first to the most recent and then read them as fast as I could. I did this with Lee Child. He has a series about a retired MP named Jack Reacher. Well, Reacher, even his Mom called him that. I read them one after the other. Even though the books were all well written, I got a little exasperated with Reacher. Grow up, already. Get an apartment and quit wandering like Kerouac seemed to do. And maybe you should quit breaking people's faces when they upset you. Even though that is a bit satisfying for all the readers.
So rather than reading them all at once, I am limiting my journey to the present with Chet and Bernie to one book each time I go to the library. This way I will still love them and anticipate each new adventure with love, rather than exasperation.