Sprinkle, really?

I've started reading mysteries again. I spent most of this pregnancy rereading Laura Ingalls Wilder, L.M. Montgomery and introducing myself to Kingsolver, Erdrich, and various pregnancy/parenting topics. But this last month I have once again been craving the comfort of a good mystery. I don't like to be bothered with romance or too much suspense, I just love watching/reading about other people puzzling things out. I have recently broken away from my usual Laurie R. King and Ellis Peters and begun looking for Patricia Sprinkle. Not her Maclaren series, which is too light for me, but her new genealogy series. As my husband says nothing like a bit of history to give the illusion of depth. And while I enjoy some pulp to quiet the neurotic insomniac part of my mind I don't want to feel like I'm actually numbing my brain. So far Death on the Family Tree and Sins of the Fathers have been striking the balance for me.