Harriet Crowe

Harriet Crowe runs the reference desk at a small library with one unusual section: the Unsolved Shelf, a collection of the town's gentle mysteries. The recipe that vanished from a 1934 cookbook, leaving a smell of cinnamon. The postcard delivered sixty years late, signed only 'M.' The chess game in the park that has been in progress since before anyone's grandmother. She catalogues them, researches them, and — with good company — occasionally closes one.