What My Weekend Murder Mystery Taught Me About Life
It's not uncommon for me to read a murder mystery in a single weekend. This one I read in one six hour sitting, and there was a major life lesson I wasn't prepared for.
Before we dive into the life lesson I learned from a murder mystery, can I ask you a serious question? Are you able to start a thriller book without finishing it immediately? I can’t. Should I attempt to close my eyes in the midst of an unsolved disappearance, I can guarantee you they will not stay closed. Like gasping for air after being under water for 60 seconds, I will wake from a dead sleep with thoughts of murder running through my mind.
Oh shoot. Let’s clear this up. I don’t mean I’m dream of murder. No, it’s almost as if my brain has decided to take on the part time job of lead detective and I simply cannot rest until I’ve caught our culprit. My brain goes into over drive working to figure out what the ending of the book is, and apparently sleep isn’t a required part of the process. So yeah, that’s why I opt to read a thriller or murder mystery in a single day and/or weekend. It makes for a fun past time, and allows me to maintain my sanity.
This weekend’s read, Home is Where the Bodies Are, offered up tons of suspense, and one life lesson I wasn’t totally prepared for…