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Speaking from Among the Bones / Alan Bradley

About two-thirds through this book I had just about decided that this might be my last Flavia de Luce novel. I do love Flavia, how could you not? She’s smart beyond her years, infinitely resourceful, indomitable, charming.  But this latest novel is just such a complex wedding cake of a mystery novel that I found it to be a just a bit overplotted. 

When the church organist is found murdered, stuffed in the crypt of the church’s patron saint, Saint Tancred, Flavia jumps into action to figure out whodunnit.  Before she’s done she will have negotiated secret tunnels through the church yard (giving the vicar’s wife a fright in the process), swallowed a priceless diamond, forced her way into a manor house where she makes friends with a man-boy with webbed hands (whose father suffers from leprosy), survived an attempt on her life by a church lady and sustained burns in an ether explosion… Well, that’s really just the tip of the iceberg.  There is such an extensive cast of characters, that it all became a bit bewildering to me.  If it weren’t for the cliffhanger ending (and the unresolved fate of the family home Buckshaw) I would not have been inclined to pick up the next installment.  But read it I will.  I just hope that the next one is a little more cogent.

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