Fiction crushes I have had, in order of appropriateness

Mildly odd: Adam Dalgliesh I LIKE A MAN WHO KNOWS HIS WAY AROUND A MURDER SCENE. Dalgliesh doesn't have my heart like Hercule Poirot does, but he cuts a much more dashing figure in forensic overalls. He's tall. He's private. He writes tortured poetry. He drives a Jag. He is so clever it hurts and … Continue reading Fiction crushes I have had, in order of appropriateness