Because clearly I didn’t have enough going on already.
I’m starting a new job, taking care of Biscotti, taking care of five cats, trying to remember to take care of myself, keeping flowers alive, tending to a sourdough starter that seems determined to test my patience… and now I’ve decided to start a new book series too.
I picked up the first few books in the Coffeehouse Mystery Series. I grabbed the first four, so naturally that means we’re diving in headfirst.

There’s something comforting about curling up with a good mystery, a cup of coffee, and a puppy who thinks every page turn is an invitation to play. Maybe that’s exactly what I need right now—a little escape, a little routine, and a story that isn’t my own for a while.
So here’s to new chapters. In books, in jobs, in hobbies, and in life.
We’ll see if I can keep the flowers alive, the sourdough thriving, and remember who the murderer is by the end of the first book. 📚☕🐩🌱🥖


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