I am currently reading a crime novel. It is perfect for what I want at this moment in time. I don't really have any idea who the killer is and to be honest, I don't care either. I like the detective - at least a bit. She'd be one of those people you see at parties where you stop and chat for five minutes before moving on to someone else. The story is well told, all the suspects could have dunnit. But it lacks something, a pinch more salt in the cooking, maybe.
In the previous novel which I read, there was so much action that my head buzzed when I finally put out the light and tried to settle down to sleep. This too was well written if a bit over-long. It kept me puzzling to the end which was a mild surprise.
On reflection, I think I almost prefer the book I am currently reading because it is not going to intrigue me too much, just holds my interest.
Since writing this I have finished that crime novel and I must say the unfolding of the plot was a bit hairy. I didn't even try to fathom it, just thought "oh, it was him". And yet, I enjoyed the story and will look for other books by the same author - this one was written ten or twelve years ago so maybe the plot lines have become more believable. There are so many books out there and they all have their merits, their strong points and their weaknesses, just like the people who write them. It's a comforting thought.