Every once in a while I get the urge to read something "comfortable," and a cozy mystery classic fits the bill. I came across a 1955 Cock Robin Mystery (an imprint of The Macmillan Company) Three by Tey on the shelf of my local library. I had read Josephine Tey's A Daughter of Time and The Man in the Queue, but this collection includes three novels that I have not read. I am currently in the middle of Miss Pym Disposes and find the writing charming. It is a soothing story so far, such a strange thing to say of a story that involves a murder even if I haven't come across the corpse yet. I'm coming to like Lucy Pym the narrator of the story and her outlook on the women's college that she is visiting that is run by an old school chum (faint memories of Agatha Christie's A Cat Among the Pigeons or Dorothy L. Sayers's Gaudy Night ).
Reading a "cozy" is just the thing for when the rest of life is absolutely crazy. I need reading in my life even when it seems I have no spare time, it is what is helping to keep me sane right now when all the rest of the world seems out of my control. The English countryside of the late forties (no influence of the war is mentioned) is the something old that is new to me.
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