Who doesn't love a good mystery? I grew up reading mystery books, reading them in the library, off my parents' shelves, and wherever else I could find a good whodunnit. I loved the clever, secretive protagonists, many of them women, from Nancy Drew all the way up to Miss Marple. I loved that age and gender didn't matter—what mattered was your smarts. And I loved that the characters were near-compelled to solve the crime, a puzzle and an abstraction from anything shocking; it wasn't about the horrible nature of crime but about a villain who wanted to outsmart everyone—and who always failed.