There’s very little better than a Nero Wolfe mystery. They’re just something else. I’m reading Black Orchids right now. The only reason Wolfe is getting involved in the murder is so he can lay hands on the titular flower. That guy is so self centered, it’s hilarious. Book’s been fun so far, too.

[Sorry about the misleading title. Out of curiosity I asked WordPress’s AI to come up with one and this was its choice. With the post being only a paragraph at the time, how could I resist? The post header’s AI too, for the record.]