It feels like throwing on your favorite jacket and going out when you read another Colin Dexter novel, well maybe a tweed jacket. His first line and subsequent passage gets a reader stimulated, if not intrigued.
"The red-seal Brut Imperial Moët & Chandon stood empty on the top of the bedside table to her left; empty like the champagne glass next to it, and like the champagne glass on the table at the other side of the bed. Everything seemed empty. Beside her, supine and still, hands behind his head, lay a lean, light-boned man in his early forties, a few years older than herself. His eyes were closed, and remained closed as she folded back her own side of the floral-patterned duvet, rose quickly, put her feet into fur-lined slippers, drew a pink silk dressing gown around a figure in which breasts, stomach, thighs, were all a little over-ripe perhaps—and stepped over to peer through the closed curtains."
Colin Dexter - Jewel That Was Ours
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