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Monday, January 27, 2014

Audio Book Review: A Red Herring Without Mustard by Alan Bradley

A Red Herring Without Mustard
by Alan Bradley
Random House Audio
Read by Jayne Entwistle
Buy from Indigo

Description: Award-winning author Alan Bradley returns with another beguiling novel starring the insidiously clever and unflappable eleven-year-old sleuth Flavia de Luce. The precocious chemist with a passion for poisons uncovers a fresh slew of misdeeds in the hamlet of Bishop’s Lacey—mysteries involving a missing tot, a fortune-teller, and a corpse in Flavia’s own backyard.

Flavia had asked the old Gypsy woman to tell her fortune, but never expected to stumble across the poor soul, bludgeoned in the wee hours in her own caravan. Was this an act of retribution by those convinced that the soothsayer had abducted a local child years ago? Certainly Flavia understands the bliss of settling scores; revenge is a delightful pastime when one has two odious older sisters. But how could this crime be connected to the missing baby? Had it something to do with the weird sect who met at the river to practice their secret rites? While still pondering the possibilities, Flavia stumbles upon another corpse—that of a notorious layabout who had been caught prowling about the de Luce’s drawing room.

Pedaling Gladys, her faithful bicycle, across the countryside in search of clues to both crimes, Flavia uncovers some odd new twists. Most intriguing is her introduction to an elegant artist with a very special object in her possession—a portrait that sheds light on the biggest mystery of all: Who is Flavia?

As the red herrings pile up, Flavia must sort through clues fishy and foul to untangle dark deeds and dangerous secrets.

Random Thoughts
  • This one was definitely faster paced than book 2 which was a fabulous improvement
  • Once again I just have to say I adore this naughty little minx
  • Wonderful how Bradley gives you little snippits into the back story of the family and the villagers. Just enough to keep you wanting more without getting frustrated 
  • I always feel sad after the story finishes, I just want to keep listening to the delightful Entwistle's protrayal of Flavia
  • Flavia's actions and words always leave me chuckling (which can be embarrassing when you listen to it on the bus or taking the dog for a walk) 
  • Found Porcelain an uneven character. Fierce one moment and than scared all of a sudden - expected better
  • If you haven't had the chance to read, or listen, to these delightful books, I feel saddened for you. Get thee to Chapters (or the public library) asap - you will thank me
  • Love how Flavia is so wise and intelligent, yet so truly gullible   
  • Mystery is easily solved but you really don't care, you just want to hear what comes out of Flavia's mouth next
  • I feel sad that I don't live in Flavia's word -- please tell me that my name is Harriet (who is one of the most intriguing dead Characters in the literary world) and I am this feisty vipers mother 
  • Loved the little scene where Flavia talks to her bike
Memorable Quotes

“Compared with my life Cinderella was a spoiled brat.”

“There’s nothing that a liar hates more than finding out that another liar has lied to them.”

"How I adored this man! Here we were the two of us engaged in a mental game of chess in which both of us knew that one of us was cheating. "

4.5 Dewey's

I borrowed this from the Calgary Public Library and immediately after finished this story, downloaded the next story in the series

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