I puddle jump.
Gleeful and gleaming with trouble-making intent, I stomp full-footed into whatever literary puddle dares me. (Ooh, how that Cozy Mystery pool dared me!)
Alas, before the splash of the Cozy has dried on my legs, I am hungry for the next plash.
Hard-Boiled… Police Procedural… Legal Thriller… Ooh, I’m ready to leap!
Could somebody please tackle me in place?