Stop, You're Killing Me
Yes, I know the site says "mysteries."
But guess what?
That description calls up images of suffocating parlors with doilies and antimacassars and post-menopausal confused women wearing pearls and old-fashioned dresses. Suffocating all-talk dullsville, man.
Now, call it crime fiction and suddenly you think Quentin Tarantino and Reservoir Dogs and hell-bent wiseass kickass action!
Sure, the book doesn't have to be anything like what "crime fiction" conjures up, but that's a better hope than what that drab "mystery" term offers.
"Mystery" kept me away from crime fiction for years!
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