A bazaar crowded with random offerings. William Gibson/Henrik Ibsen. Zafon, Murakami, Van Gogh. A table of well-thumbed Louisa May Alcott. Shiny Urban Fantasy and an aromatic clutter of cookbooks.
I always read lists like this, but I rarely agree with them. In this case, I agree so much that I had to share it. I haven't read all of the books here. And I'm not going to pretend I liked all the ones that I have read. But I agree that even the ones I didn't like are important. Next time a friend who's resisted mysteries asks me where to start, s/he gets a copy of this list! And next time I run out of mysteries, I'll be checking it.