Most of us have read a cosy mystery at some point. There is something warming and endearing, almost comforting about the genre. When we get to the end (and in many stories, we’ve already guessed the baddies), we feel satisfied
Most of us have read a cosy mystery at some point. There is something warming and endearing, almost comforting about the genre. When we get to the end (and in many stories, we’ve already guessed the baddies), we feel satisfied