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fic_promptly's Castle, Kate Beckett, books
Friends outside law enforcement often scratched their heads when they found out that she liked curling up with a mystery novel or a suspense thriller at the end of the day. "Isn't that the last thing you want to read about after spending the day trying to solve crimes?" these well-meaning folk would say.
"It's fun to solve an imaginary crime in the matter of a few minutes when there's a fictional character doing all the legwork, instead of doing it all myself and spending days or weeks trying to solve it," she would reply, matter of factly.
This wasn't always the case (no puns intended): Sometimes she figured out the solution and identified the perp before the fictional sleuth, but a really masterful writer -- Dorothy L. Sayers or Agatha Christie or G.K. Chesterton -- would keep her guessing till the moment that the sleuth solved the criminal. But even the easier to solve mysteries were a good break from the complex ones.
Just the act of reading, of curling up with a book and a cup of tea, maybe with a blanket wrapped around her legs on a chilly night, was comfort enough at the end of a long day. Since she was a kid reading Nancy Drew novels (yes, she'd read those: she was a kid and kids read some goofy stuff), lifting the cover of a book was like opening the proverbial little door into another world.
She had to admit, after reading Rick Castle's books (someone had given her "A Rose Forever After" as a Christmas present and after reading it, she'd picked up his other mysteries. She'd tried the Derrick Storm novels, but thought the main character to be a somewhat obvious Gary Stu) and hearing that she was going to have Castle as a "ride along", there was a small part of her that couldn't help a teensy fannish squee. But from reading some of his interviews, he came off as a bit too much of a rock star for her liking. "Never get to know the people you admire", or so the saying goes...
fic_promptly's Castle, Kate Beckett, booksFriends outside law enforcement often scratched their heads when they found out that she liked curling up with a mystery novel or a suspense thriller at the end of the day. "Isn't that the last thing you want to read about after spending the day trying to solve crimes?" these well-meaning folk would say.
"It's fun to solve an imaginary crime in the matter of a few minutes when there's a fictional character doing all the legwork, instead of doing it all myself and spending days or weeks trying to solve it," she would reply, matter of factly.
This wasn't always the case (no puns intended): Sometimes she figured out the solution and identified the perp before the fictional sleuth, but a really masterful writer -- Dorothy L. Sayers or Agatha Christie or G.K. Chesterton -- would keep her guessing till the moment that the sleuth solved the criminal. But even the easier to solve mysteries were a good break from the complex ones.
Just the act of reading, of curling up with a book and a cup of tea, maybe with a blanket wrapped around her legs on a chilly night, was comfort enough at the end of a long day. Since she was a kid reading Nancy Drew novels (yes, she'd read those: she was a kid and kids read some goofy stuff), lifting the cover of a book was like opening the proverbial little door into another world.
She had to admit, after reading Rick Castle's books (someone had given her "A Rose Forever After" as a Christmas present and after reading it, she'd picked up his other mysteries. She'd tried the Derrick Storm novels, but thought the main character to be a somewhat obvious Gary Stu) and hearing that she was going to have Castle as a "ride along", there was a small part of her that couldn't help a teensy fannish squee. But from reading some of his interviews, he came off as a bit too much of a rock star for her liking. "Never get to know the people you admire", or so the saying goes...
