Let's hear those true-crime resolutions
the true crime that's worth your time
I got closer to zeroing out my Goodreads challenge in 2022 than I ever had. Not “close,” exactly, but close-r. It’s my year this year, though! I’m-a do it! And I’m-a do it by not just reading more but reading better — specifically, quitting on true-crime books after a couple dozen pages if I don’t have to review them for B.E. and they’re not doing anything interesting. That pic up there? That’s one-third of the TBR pile that doesn’t fit on the floor-to-ceiling build-ins. (Yes, that is a Monk novel. Yes, that is also Randy Spelling’s self-help book. They’re both for work, please respect my privacy at this etc. and so on.)
My office DVR is getting a scouring right after I schedule this post (aspirational Frontline hoarding is a thing; it’s a thing I need to stop doing).
Are you booting all those old History’s Mysterieses off your watchlist? Going through the library holds all “hell no”? Finally cancelling the DVD portion of your Netflix account? Or are your genre resolutions for the coming year more positive — reading all the “classics,” say? What’s your true-crime new year’s resolution? — SDB