How aloof should the Cozy sleuth be? Not to fellow characters, per se, but to the novel’s readers.
Not knowing what the Cozy detective will do next seems to be as important to a mystery’s success as the subterfuge of its villain.
However, the delicate balance between relatability and otherness that defines the sleuth is infuriatingly hard to find.
I keep crashing the scales one way and then the other with my Cozy’s detecting linguist… and I’m not sure I’m learning a thing.