It was Nancy Drew who, when I was a pre-teen, introduced me to the magical world of the mystery. Nancy was brave, intelligent and fearless; she could do it all. I found this very appealing at a time when I was trying to figure out who I was and what I wanted from life. There weren't many role models in books that inspired me, at a young age, like she did.
Some things just don't change. Though I now enjoy all types of books, I confess that I still get a charge out of a good mystery, trying to crime-solve while eagerly flipping the pages, sometimes reading into the wee hours of the morning.
As a regular visitor to my local library, I almost always have a mystery or two on my hold list. I love that they offer a vacation from more challenging works, which require concentration and a serious thinking cap.
I have often wondered what happened to my now ancient Nancy Drew collection. They are antiques today! All I know is that once I left for college, I never saw them again. Of course, I didn't miss them, either... that is, until much later. I suspect they rested, gathering dust, on my bedroom's book shelves for many years and were finally tossed. Too bad, as I wish I had them today.
So, just give me a comfy place to lounge, decent light, and my glasses; and I am off to another world, even if the butler really did do it.