Cozy villages, locked rooms, and a vicar who knows too much.
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I have now read eleven books set in the same kind of village. By my count the population is 400, the murder rate is one per fortnight, and the only growth industry is the funeral trade. Nobody leaves. Nobody asks why.
Six cozy mysteries, from a retirement village in Kent to a tea shop in San Francisco, ranked by the only metric that matters when it is raining and you are not leaving the house.
Guessing the killer early is a skill. Announcing it is a character flaw. Here is how to do the first thing and avoid the second, so that you remain both clever and invited back.
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