30 Intriguing Gift Ideas for Mystery Lovers

If you’re shopping for someone who can’t resist a good whodunit or loves unraveling a gripping plot, this list is for you! From books to games to unique experiences, these 30 gift ideas are perfect for mystery fans who crave suspense and intrigue.

Table of Contents

1. Gifts for the home library

2. Interactive Mystery Games

3. Mystery-Themed Decor

4. Unique Gifts for Writers

5. Accessories and Apparel

1. Gifts for the home library

Every mystery fan needs accessories for their collection of thrilling reads:

1. Fancy Library Sign – This beautiful wood library sign is a steal for under $30 and will class up your favorite reading space.

2. Book Shaped Bookmark holders – Because no one better be folding down page corners!

3. Tiny Baker St – Your bookshelf will thank you.

4. Agatha Christie Cookbook - Need a snack to go with game night?

            Here are some recipes inspired by classic mysteries by the queen of crime

5. Book Light – Gorgeous ambient light for your cozy nook.

2. Interactive Mystery Games

Bring the thrill of solving mysteries to life:

6. Escape Room Advent Calendar – This will make waiting for Christmas just a little more fun!

7. Agatha Christie Jigsaw Puzzle – Keep finding spots for those loose pieces until there are none.

8. Death at a Dive Bar – From Hunt a Killer, a mystery-solving challenge at home.

9. Mystery in an Asylum – The Asylum Murders - sure to be spooky fun!

10. Robbery at the Museum – If Asylum murders are a little too intense, this family friendly game is from the Makers of Clue.

3. Mystery-Themed Decor

Add a touch of intrigue to their home:

11. Sherlock Holmes 221B Sign – Timeless and atmospheric decor.

12. Secret Compartment Books – For hiding clues or valuables.

13. Murder Board backdrop – Functional and decorative.

14. Clue Game Patent Poster – For old-school armchair sleuths.

15. Candle - Smells Like Just One More Chapter – Because we need to know what happens next.

4. Unique Gifts for Writers

For those wordsmiths, toiling away at their writing desks - or the coffee shop:

16. Typewriter Pen Holder – A gorgeous reminder on your desk that you should be writing!

17. Emotion Thesaurus – A Writer's Guide to Character Expression - for your craft shelf.

18. Do Not Disturb door hanger – So you can torment your characters in peace.

19. Write Revise Scream Repeat – A reminder that all these steps are part of the process.

20. Candle - Smells Like She's Writing a Bestseller – Show your support for the writer in your life and a great scented candle.

5. Accessories and Apparel

Tees and gifts that mystery fans will love:

21. Hound of the Baskervilles Scarf – For shivers that aren't related to the sounds off the moor.

22. Allegedly Shirt– for those "gotta hide a body" hypotheticals.

23. Unreliable Narrator Shirt – Perfect for curling up with a good book.

24. Sherlock Holmes Mug – For a three-cup read.

25. Theme, Setting, Plot, Conflict, Character – All the ingredients for a great story

26. Raven Purse - So you will forget your keys Nevermore.

27. Book Purse - Perfect for brunch and then a visit to the local bookshop.

28. Clue Weapons Tee - Miss Scarlet's options for the Library...or the Conservatory.

29. Crime Scene Tape Glasses Wipe - from the geniuses at Nerdwax, this surprising effective lens cleaner will make you the envy of your book club

30. Nancy Drew shirt - girl sleuths unite!

Final Thoughts

Mystery fans are always on the hunt for their next great thrill. Whether they love unraveling intricate plots, playing detective, or immersing themselves in suspenseful experiences, these 30 gift ideas are sure to delight. A small commission may be paid by the seller for purchases made through these links.

Did we miss any must-have gifts for mystery lovers? Share your suggestions in the comments below!

Green Thumbs? All Out of Those

I am not a natural gardener. My annual herb garden has spotty success - fine with parsley (usually), adequate with basil, straight on hellscape for cilantro. I can't seem to do it. I'm zero for six I think. Even with my new aerogardens, I fear for my thyme and chives. I don't seem cut out for houseplants. I've had better luck in the past with outdoor foliage. With the move to North Carolina last year, I've had little time for much beyond mowing what little grass there is (I have moss!) and mulching around the trees. Impulse lead to a purchase of bulbs from holland - LOTS of them - for daffodils and tulips and a bunch of ferns for a steep hillside. I had to wait months for the bulbs, but when they arrived in the fall, I planted them strategically, accenting existing shrubberies (thwaaaaang!)*, the fenceline, and the road. This week, they started peeking out.

Of course, it was hard to see them under the leaves that have collected over the last five months. I left them in place as added insulation through the winter, but now they are a wet, heavy mess. I started to clear just around the new bulbs, but that created leaf dunes and a lumpy landscape. So, armed with a new, wider rake, I tackled one small section of the yard and an hour later, I had five giant bags filled and a burning desire to hire professional help. The burning might have been my arm appendages.

Yes, that's a snow shovel. 

And then - the birdhouses. 

I think they are charming. Initially, I thought they would make cute decorations for my sunroom, but after three, I didn't have any place to display them. At some future point, I'd like some live edge shelves for the brick wall, but until then, it seemed a good idea to hang them out front so I could see happy birdy families from my office.  Dave says they make our house look "Blair Witchy"

Well, maybe. But the leaves will return soon and bring color back to the mountain. In the meantime, I have this:

* Seriously? Monty Python

Planes, Training, and No Automobile

 I moved out of Maryland at the end of March, getting into our new house in early April of this year and since then, I've been back to Maryland FOUR times. Three of these trips were to teach the same class which normally would be done in one week, but on this current trip, will be stretched over two - including two Saturdays - due to the needs of the client. 

So, two weeks away from my new home. Fine. This time, instead of the economy airport-adjacent digs, I'm in Columbia, my room literally looking over Color Burst Park near Merriweather. My hotel is not really a hotel as much as two floors of a brand new apartment building that is not yet occupied, so no hotel amenities like daily maid service, but I have a kitchen so that's something. There's also no cable or satellite so streaming is the only TV and it's tricky when your registered address is in another state. Turns out I have to stream on my phone and mirror to the TV if I want to catch Only Murders in the Building. Or Justified: City Primeval. And I do want - both of those, so I make it work.

I'd flown in over the business park and neighboring quarry that I'd featured in White Noise, so perhaps the annoyance at Columbia's curvy roads, hidden businesses, and all-around retention I'd captured in that story made a home in the back of my mind. 

Quarry viewed from the plane

My temporary home is, at least new, and I'd scored a view over Color Burst Park. There are a few restaurants and an ice creamery, so I was optimistic. One is a favorite - Busboys and Poets, part of a local chain serving good food in a hip, socially-conscious location with a bookshop and some live events. I headed there after checking in and dropping my bags. Checking in meant finding my way through several security points to a random apartment on the fourth floor which serves as the reception area of sorts, much like model homes are often the business offices for new communities. The hallways are long and quiet, as if the building is empty and maybe not really open yet. But, my little one bedroom is cute, clean, and as I mentioned before, overlooks the park with its splash pad, umbrellas large astroturf lawn, and surrounding businesses. 

The apartment building where my "hotel" is located

Color Burst Park 
There is a patch of real grass with a large turf area beyond. The building in the very back is Busboys and Poets

BB&P was busy, but they sat me right away, tucked away behind the bar near the kitchen window. It was a little while before I realized that no one had noticed me there. No amount of waving at staff by the kitchen or the server assisting the other nearby tables seemed to get anyone's attention. After about 15 minutes, I had to go back to the host stand (and I almost just kept walking) to see if I had a server assigned. Turns out to have been the server I'd tried to flag down before. I wish I could say that my experience turned around from that point, but it really didn't.  That said, the food really is terrific and the shop is cute and interesting, so I still recommend, but I'll be doing carry-out this trip.

I arrived here on a Sunday evening, so I am surprised at how loud this little neighborhood has been (and continues to be) especially as the majority of the first floor commercial spaces are not yet up and running.  IT'S LOUD. Screaming kids playing soccer late into the night, sirens, an absurd number of rumbling muscle cars, and six am leaf blowers. IT'S ASTROTURF. My windows are not very sound insulating. 

This effing machine is crazy loud

The unopened businesses are a bummer, too because they look like they'll be cool. A nail spa, a steak place, Mighty Quinn's BBQ (the creator is a frequent judge on Beat Bobby Flay), a Japanese BBQ place (intrigued), a video game bar/restaurant (hell no), and a gourmet coffee and croissant spot (yes, please). There is a standalone building at one end of the park called Toastique, a purveyor of fancy "toasts" - literally gourmet things stacked on a slice of rustic bread, served on a wooden paddle.  Like Food Network fancy. Not my thing, BUT, they have an acai bowl that is near perfection. It's the right size, it has the necessary strawberries and bananas, granola, blueberries, honey drizzle (which I usually asked them to skip) and COCOA NIBS. The cocoa nibs are the revelatory ingredient that has me coming back for this acai bowl every day as either my breakfast or lunch. 

I mean - look at how delicious that's gonna be!

For extra fun, most are under construction behind the scrim, so add more jackhammering, air compressors, and general pandemonium

My building from Toastique as I picked up yet another delicious acai bowl.

There's also a Banditos - another chain, that serves "Tacos and Tequila." My first visit wasn't the best through no fault of theirs, I just can't handle their regular house margarita - like I couldn't drink it. A couple of sips and I scraped the last of the queso out of my little cup with the chips, paid my bill, and left without even ordering an entree. (Note: "Entree" seems like the wrong word here - it's tacos, and you pick them individually. This is not "Chi Chi's")  In spite of my failure to handle their simplest margarita, I tried again last night, opting for an orange crush (still made with tequila, though orange-flavored, and I sub soda water for the Sprite) and a trio of tacos.  Heaven!  Five stars! I'll be back!

Amazing

Really good

Anyway, I did not get a rental car as the distance is just a little over half a mile around Merriweather Post Pavilion and I figured the steps might contribute to a work trip glow up. There's always Uber if the weather is bad or it gets too dark, right? Well, I watch too much Dateline for walking about in the city, loaded down with my purse and computer backpack without anxiety. I actually heard a cough from the woods on one trip back to my rooms - yikes! But, I've been lucky with the weather - not as hot as I expected for a Maryland August and there's usually a breeze. It appears that MPP is preparing for a show tonight, so at least I won't be a solitary pedestrian on my way back after class this evening. I'll probably be able to experience the show from inside my apartment, whether I want to or not. Perhaps I'll stop for two orange crushes first.

My Thoughts on Memoir After Reading "Spare"

This isn't exactly a book review - though I wrote one on Goodreads which I include below.

I have a lot of thoughts here - in fact I feel compelled to blog about it shortly, but I'll say this:
Everyone has the right to share their own story

Everyone has the right to decide that their living situation is not healthy for them or their family and then make a change

Families are complex and difficult sometimes, no matter who you are.

I imagine there's more regret in playing an uncomfortable part that's written for you than finding your path without a map even if people shout that you are going the wrong way.

I'm not a fan of tabloid "news" on either side of the pond, but I'll admit to loving The Crown on Netflix and a few documentaries here and there. It's not an obsession, more a curiosity (my obsession would be Jane Austen and all things Agatha Christie) so Harry's perspective first as a young boy and later as a young(ish) man to events both familiar and unfamiliar to the general public interested me.

Keep an open mind and give it a try. Perhaps we could all judge just a little bit less.


Obviously, I have some feelings here, but if I had to sum it up into one thought it would be this:

Writing memoir is hard. I've only done snippets here and there (I don't think "Beedancing" is even still up on the Gimmick Press site) though I suppose most of my blog here is memoir-lite. I have the luxury of talking or not talking about my experiences because they are not public. I didn't grow up as the subject of worldwide fascination and incessant media attention. I have no idea how I would handle that.

I have seen others in my life stay in unhealthy relationships because breaking away "wasn't done" or would embarrass others or was too frightening than the familiar unhappiness they knew. I've seen others in my life stay in jobs for years that drained their joy because looking for something else - risking something else - was unthinkable. I've seen friends marry early because it was "the next step" or because they wanted to break free of their homes and later find that they've traded one confining situation for another. The bottom line here is that is frightening common to look around with some despair or regret or fear or whatever emotion fits and wonder whether anything can be done.


“Don’t cling to a mistake just because you spent a lot of time making it.”
― Aubrey de Grey

My parents divorced when I was young - before kindergarten - and I remember the drive back across the country with my mom and my uncle and my little sister in a crappy car that overheated a lot. My sister and I played with a metal tin of bandaids that we stuck all over ourselves and each other in the back seat, the one thing we knew always made us feel better.

Complication 1. My mom apparently eloped with my dad while they were both in college and my mother still lived at home with my grandparents. Like, she literally climbed out the window. I'm sure it was dramatic and exciting and maybe even romantic in the moment but it caused a rift. I'm told that her pregnancy with me (first grandchild) eased the way back a bit with the parentals. I can also imagine that this new married life would have been a shock and a steep learning curve as my mother had not been raised as many women of the time were with extensive homemaking skills. I imagine that stepping into a role with such pre-defined expectations without the script would lead to all sorts of issues that two young people would struggle to overcome. I don't imagine my dad was much better prepared to be a husband or father.

Complication 2. After my mother's foray into the marital state, her next younger brother (she is the only daughter of five, with one older and three younger brothers) met and married my father's sister, my Aunt Gail. (two siblings married two other siblings - I feel like I should make a chart here) She already had children by previous relationships with one close to my age - instant cousin! My aunt and uncle soon had a son together, who was now my cousin on both sides of my family. Seriously, a chart would help, right? And then they, too, got divorced.

Complication 3. Everybody remarried, some more than once.
So, there is a divide, both geographically and emotionally, between my parents' families. It's not the Montagues and the Capulets - it's just distance, awkwardness, and choices made to focus on that which is nearby. I don't harbor anger or anything like that, I just moved on. My mother had married again, (wowsa, another book in of itself) was widowed, raised us mostly alone, and then married again once my sister and I were grown. She has since been widowed again and has really blossomed in her new independence. For the first time in her life, she is not sharing her space with her parents or a spouse or a dependent child - she is free to make decisions, mistakes, friends, and all of the other messy and wonderful parts of a life. And she is happy.

I never married and I never had children. I saw no need for the former and had no desire for the latter. Was this in defiance of my past? Who knows? My sister has three lovely girls and many grandchildren. It seems a happy chaos.

I haven't seen my father in many years, in fact, since my cousin's wedding. (my cousin on both sides) After arriving at the church in Baltimore with my mother who was in town helping me move into a new house, I slid into a pew on the groom's side. The man sitting directly in front of me turned around and there he was. I was shocked and unprepared as I'd never dreamed he would travel across country for this wedding. But here he was. He said something like You look beautiful, and I mumbled my thanks, face aflame, acutely aware of my mother's cool composure at my side. He did not approach me at the reception.

My father has two sons by his third(?) wife who was very kind to me during an ill-conceived semester I spent in Arizona when I was about 21. It was a terrible idea that did not end well, partly because I was wading into deep waters I did not understand, partly because I was 21 with all the self-absorption, insecurity, and naivete of that age, and partly because we were all strangers to each other, all carrying assumptions we were not comfortable talking about. When I last saw my half-brothers, they were five and three.

So, back to Spare.

It's not perfect, but I don't think it's trying to be. Harry (feels weird calling him "Harry" as if we know each other) is not perfect - at all. But he seems to be doing the best he can. He seems to be a good person who cares deeply for his family, even those who are not as nice or warm as they could be. He has recognized the trap of the "role" and has stepped back when it was clearly not healthy for him or his family.

Don't hate on him for telling his story. It's his to share. Don't hate on him for promoting his book, even though much of his trauma comes from interactions with the media. It's part of the process of releasing a book, and in this case, of making his own way, making his own money, and steering his own life, just as we are all free to do. You don't have to be friends, but you also don't have to be an asshole.

I have a bracelet inscribed with this quote to remind me to bravely choose my own way:

“Go confidently in the direction of your dreams! Live the life you've imagined.”
― Henry David Thoreau


Harry, if you're reading this (still feels weird), maybe slow down with the drinking and substances a bit, keep it up with the therapist (no shame!), take care of that beautiful family, and live the life you are now free to imagine.

Side note: For those of you interested in memoir and family stories, check out my friend Vicki's project Secret Boxes here. It's really cool.

How Quarantine Bingeing Food Network Made Me a Better Project Manager

To be fair, I watched some Food Network before Covid had us all scouring our channel guides for distractions, but the last few years provided time to take a deep dive into early seasons, spin-offs, and related programming. Here’s what I’ve learned:

Guy’s Grocery Games (GGG)/Guy’s Ranch Kitchen

You probably know Guy Fieri from the Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives (DDD) profiles of local eateries or because of his trademark spiky bleached hair, but the real gem is GGG, not DDD. I was skeptical of the concept – contestant chefs scramble (see what I did there?) around a grocery store to find ingredients and cook dishes for a panel of judges while playing ridiculous games, but this competition puts fun and comradery ahead of Top Chef-like competition. The host, the contestants, and the judges are all having a great time and they seem to genuinely enjoy each other’s company. So much so, that Guy often has some of them over to cook at Guy’s Ranch Kitchen which appears to just be a weekend continuation of the wrap party after an episode taping. This is an invitation I’d love to get – great food among friends in a gorgeous outdoor setting where everyone is having a great time. Guy has fostered the relationships made from DDD and GGG into a full-blown professional franchise based on hanging out with people he really likes who will cook him amazing food. That has to be the pinnacle of professional achievement and definitely makes me think about my own network and the possibilities that might exist should I wrangle them together to work on our own passion projects.

The Pioneer Woman

Ree Drummond built her own empire out of a blog and her recipes and tips for living out in the middle of nowhere. Her food is delicious, unfussy, and approachable for normal people (non-chefs). She has adapted and thrived while raising kids by seizing the opportunities right in front of her. In addition to the expected cookbooks, she has a cookware and houseware line (at Wal-Mart, keeping it affordable and accessible) and a “Mercantile” along with other businesses in nearby Pawhuska, Oklahoma described by Osage County’s website as “the home of Pioneer Woman, Ree Drummond.”  So look for what you can do in your own backyard. Build on what you know. And make some chicken pot pie or cinnamon rolls because they are delicious.

Beat Bobby Flay

Bobby Flay has been around forever and I’ll admit that I was not really a fan of his early shows, especially Throwdown with Bobby Flay because I felt bad for the people he surprised on that show. Imagine thinking your professional efforts were being featured on TV only to have a famous person show up at your event to do what you do, only better in front of everyone you know. Ugh. Beat Bobby Flay is infinitely more watchable because Bobby’s friends invite other chefs to his studio to beat him at whatever dishes the guest chef chooses. Bobby still wins a lot, but in place of the ambush, we get good-natured comradery from friends and colleagues amassed over decades who tease him about his tendencies to lean on chilies or pomegranate molasses, even his personal life. Bobby has become a relatable host, often tasked with creating dishes he knows very little about while facing deliberate distractions from his buddies who want the invited chefs to win even if it means a little friendly sabotage. Bobby laughs it off and relies upon solid skills earned over years of professional experience in restaurants and on Iron Chef and Iron Chef America and the ability to work under pressure. If you know good flavors and how to balance dishes (salt, fat, heat, acid as the kids say) then you can confidently tackle almost any recipe that comes your way. Just not wedding cakes. Know when to call in the pros. So, get the basics down, down be afraid to take on tasks a little outside of your comfort zone, and don’t beat yourself up over the areas that are just not in your wheelhouse.

Chopped

Perhaps more than any other Food Network show, Chopped gave us all ways to look at the random things in our pantries in a new way. Early in the pandemic, we were not going to the grocery store (too peopley!) and Instacart had not yet become our new normal, so working with what we had became a game if we approached it like a Chopped basket. With our teams adapting to working remotely, the “Chopped Challenge” became a virtual team-building event – a way to boost employee engagement and to bring a little fun competition to our work lives -  that we could participate in from our own kitchens on our own time combining whatever we had already with a set of four random ingredients determined by the organizers. Team members created dishes and took photos along the way and winners were determined by company voting. Without the restriction of a timed competition, the players thrived at the challenge, even exploring completely new skills such as pasta-making and vegan cooking. Just because you might not have what one would traditionally need to get the job done, it doesn’t mean that you can’t come up with something great with what you do have, even if it’s not immediately clear how it will come together. And Alex Guarnaschelli is my spirit animal.

Worst Cooks in America

On the face of it, this sounds like a mean show. Contestants are nominated by family or friends as the absolute kitchen disasters they are. (I mean, it’s bad. Really, really bad.) But this class takes these students from the basics to making not just edible food, but delicious, composed dishes one week at a time, making it fun by including games and other silly ways to build knowledge on ingredients, techniques, cuisines, and more. By starting with a group of completely inept wannabe cooks, this show carries along the home viewers who are also inadvertently learning about mise en place, lobster preparation, how to fillet fish, and all sorts of other skills usually beyond the reach of the average home cook. Chef Anne Burrell coaches with a bit of tough love though she and her co-hosting chef-of-the-season really do inspire greatness out of their recruits, demonstrating that with a little preparation and some effort to keep one’s workspace clean, we can all achieve more than we thought possible. 

BBQ Brawl

This show combines the coaching aspect of Worst Cooks, the comradery of GGG, and the competition aspect of Top Chef or Chopped. Pit masters, competitive grillers, and meat-smoking phenoms are organized into teams under mentors. Initially these were self-proclaimed besties Bobby Flay and Michael Symon, former Iron Chefs and formidable professionals not afraid to be goofy buddies making great food outside. Judges, and later season co-hosts, are industry leaders and build that sense that the food community is not an anonymous group of white-coated chefs, but real, human people who struggle and triumph and learn and fail just as we all do. Anytime we can learn to see our colleagues as people possessing the full range of human experience rather than just a job title or project role, we are closer to participating in the high-functioning super team we all wish we had.

Tournament of Champions

If GGG and Beat Bobby Flay have set the stage for chefs to be seen as a community of highly-skilled, but very human professionals, Tournament of Champions or TOC has managed to bring the entire concept of cooking competition shows to the next level. Guy is the perfect host, once again showcasing the talents of his colleagues and friends with all the fun of GGG, the challenges of Chopped (the “Randomizer” shows absolutely no mercy), and the star power of Iron Chef with the added legitimacy of a blind tasting like Beat Bobby Flay. These chefs are in it to win it, no mistake, but they respect and may even really like one another. Judges are A-list chefs who have no idea who is even competing, much less which dish belongs to which chef, so there’s no bias as there might have been on Iron Chef. So even in an arena where one’s work is evaluated by industry experts, there’s room for fun and creativity, even when excellence is demanded that draws upon all of one’s previous experience and abilities in front of an audience. There are no divas competing here. The Randomizer levels the playing field and even while the chefs are working hard to outshine the other, they (and we) know that in reality, they are in it together, subjected to wacky requirements for equipment or ingredients under an absurdly tight schedule. 

As a project manager, I’m familiar with unfriendly deadlines. I’m also aware that I’ve been blessed to work with some great colleagues who are in possession of amazing skills and experience. I’ve had mentors that broadened my views and approaches to problem-solving, modeled leadership and teamwork, and pushed me beyond my comfort level to be better than I imagined I could be. As an instructor for new project managers, I try to build that sense of community and encourage the sharing of knowledge, best practices, and experience that makes us all stronger professionals, more resilient, adaptable, and competent regardless of the environment or challenge we face. So keep your knives sharp, your station tidy, and your mind open for whatever might come your way. It’s almost dinner time.