1) Massive info dumps. And I do mean massive. I don't know if other genres have them this bad, but a lot of contemporary mystery series are hobby-centric with these inexplicable pages (yes! PAGES!) devoted to the minutiae of whatever hobby/interest the series is built around. Like...Minnie the steamboat captain finds the postman with an axe in his head, and right after saying, "OH NO! He's dead for sure!" finds a way to talk about turn-of-the-century steamboat engines for a page and a half. To reiterate, I hate this.
2) Amateur sleuths who repeatedly, in book after book after book, vow to crack the case...for no apparent reason. Any cozy mystery reader has to be prepared to suspend disbelief and accept that fictional people are, with regularity, brutally murdered in Pissant, USA and the police are too inept to handle the cases. It's just too far of a stretch to buy that regular people haul themselves off the couch over and over again to put their own lives in danger, hunting down killers for no apparent reason other than, "Hey, someone was killed and I've done a crackerjack job in the past. I'm on it!" I do keep reading these series if I've grown attached to the sleuth, but this really irritates me.
3) Over the top, kooky-zany, oh-so-nutty, Janet Evanovich May Be Funny But I'm Even Funnier, non-stop hijinks performed by a cast of cartoon-ish characters. Enough said.
4) Switching P.O.V. I like this in thrillers, occasionally in longer works of "fiction" (I don't know what I mean by that either...just the books bookstores cram together in a section called "fiction"), and I realize other people aren't bothered by switching P.O.V.s in mysteries. I am. I hate it. If I'm reading a book about an amateur sleuth I want to be right alongside that sleuth for each and every page, meeting suspects and collecting (or overlooking) clues with her/him. What he/she knows, I know, and vice versa. Or else I hate it.
I'm taking a plane to Canada on Christmas day (yes, I am flying from Chicago to a destination even further north) and I'd like to put some new amateur sleuth books on my Kindle. That I won't hate. Help? Don't fear me...I won't read it, hate it, then throw some cyber tantrum. I'll be grateful for the recommendation =D
2) Amateur sleuths who repeatedly, in book after book after book, vow to crack the case...for no apparent reason. Any cozy mystery reader has to be prepared to suspend disbelief and accept that fictional people are, with regularity, brutally murdered in Pissant, USA and the police are too inept to handle the cases. It's just too far of a stretch to buy that regular people haul themselves off the couch over and over again to put their own lives in danger, hunting down killers for no apparent reason other than, "Hey, someone was killed and I've done a crackerjack job in the past. I'm on it!" I do keep reading these series if I've grown attached to the sleuth, but this really irritates me.
3) Over the top, kooky-zany, oh-so-nutty, Janet Evanovich May Be Funny But I'm Even Funnier, non-stop hijinks performed by a cast of cartoon-ish characters. Enough said.
4) Switching P.O.V. I like this in thrillers, occasionally in longer works of "fiction" (I don't know what I mean by that either...just the books bookstores cram together in a section called "fiction"), and I realize other people aren't bothered by switching P.O.V.s in mysteries. I am. I hate it. If I'm reading a book about an amateur sleuth I want to be right alongside that sleuth for each and every page, meeting suspects and collecting (or overlooking) clues with her/him. What he/she knows, I know, and vice versa. Or else I hate it.
I'm taking a plane to Canada on Christmas day (yes, I am flying from Chicago to a destination even further north) and I'd like to put some new amateur sleuth books on my Kindle. That I won't hate. Help? Don't fear me...I won't read it, hate it, then throw some cyber tantrum. I'll be grateful for the recommendation =D
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