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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