Oh, look, I'm writing about books again

I haven't stopped reading but somehow have stopped writing about what I'm reading. This will catch me up only a little.
Several months ago, I came across a couple of Marshal Guarnaccia Investigation novels in the consulate library. They're set in Florence quite a few years ago, but the stories are interesting.

The first one I read was Death of an Englishman. Yes, the name is a bit dramatic, but it is about an Englishman, and it's fairly brief and quick to read. (I think it's the first in the series, and it seems the author, Magdalen Nabb, may have written more each time as the series progressed. Sort of like J.K. Rowling, you know.)
I think the most enjoyable thing about this book was the characters and the way, as a reader, you really can picture the neighborhood (and its personalities) while reading it. And unlike with some such stories, I didn't find myself feeling sorry for the murder victim.

The other book I read isn't the second one in the series, but I don't think a lot of the story really carries over from book to book. This one, The Marshal Makes His Report, was a lot more disturbing to me. I don't mean that in a particularly bad way, just that there were a lot of people to feel sorry for.
Part of what makes reading nonfiction so much fun, at least to me, is reading about situations I'd never be a part of otherwise. I can say this book was full of those for me.


I'll be reading some more of the series for sure, but since there don't seem to be any more floating around the bookshelves at the consulate, the others likely will be on the Kindle. I hope they'll be just as excellent.