I grew up watching old mystery movies. My dad loved them. Dial M for Murder, Rear Window, The Thin Man, The Maltase Falcon. My favorite were Alfred Hitchcock’s since they usually had a twist at the end. Remember Vertigo?
Dad who got me hooked on murder mysteries so it is no wonder that when I began writing I wanted to write them. But since I started out writing romantic short stories for Woman’s World, I ended up writing romantic suspense, weighed on the suspense side.
I still write mysteries. I never know who the killer is anymore than my readers – until the end. I love discovering the clues as I go and getting to know the suspects. Of course the characters all have a motive for wanting the dead person dead.
I love reading mysteries as well. I just finished Joyland by Stephen King. I love the ones where I can’t figure out who did it until the end – but everything makes perfect sense. I loved Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn and Defending Jacob by William Landay. They weren’t the classic murder mystery, which made them even more fun.
So what is it about mysteries that we love?