The sudden appearance of this ladybug flying over my shoulder and landing on the book I was reading while eating dinner made me jump and pat my heart region in much the way Kinsey Millhone does; had I been reading a part that was more gripping – Henry and Kinsey are cutting up cucumbers for pickles – I might have found myself testing that my heart was still operating!
Sue Grafton’s latest – T is for Trespass – is as satisfying as all the previous books. She is in a class all by herself in the mystery genre (Elizabeth Peters with her Amelia Peabody being the closest): her work is intelligent, informative, gripping and empowering. With healthy dashes of humour. I trust her in that, no matter how deep she may dig the ‘pits’, she does not leave us without ‘ladders’. Seems to me she has worked through the dark aspects of life which lets her express them but also offer the light. I read her books with delight.
The ladybug wandered around the book for a bit and then flew away to do whatever ladybugs do in a house in the winter: look for a mate? lay eggs? look for something to eat? snoop?