I adore any of Rex Stout's
Nero Wolfe; they pass the "re-read" test with flying colours.
Just finished James Patterson's
Violets Are Blue -- very gruesome but so over the top it became less disturbing as it became less real as the story played out.
And I read my first Ian Rankin last week,
The Black Book, one of the Inspector John Rebus. What a great author: it's not just the story (this happens then this happens then this happens); the writing is a pleasure all on its own. My review here:
http://www.amazon.com/review/RPJZ1X7...cm_cr_rdp_perm
I also read my first Spencer tale by Robert B Parker --
The Godwulf Manuscript -- which was sheer delight. I will be reading many more in the series.
Harvey Tate's
Death Takes A Number was a well-plotted mystery of murders spread over decades, although the author comes up a little light in characterisation.
Josh Lanyon's
Somebody Killed His Editor, about a gay author attending a writer's conference in a snowed-in remote resort where bodies (mostly dead ones) turn up with such frequency you'd swear Miss Marple was paying a visit ... was a fun read.
Similarly Dorien Gray's
My Name Is John, about a gay home renovator encountering a ghost in Chicago was a happy romp.
Next up: Philip Margolin, Richard Stevenson, Elizabeth George or Sue Grafton ... some library books, some purchases. I
am enjoying my Kindle!