by Alan Bradley
Random House of Canada
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Description: Hard on the heels of the return of her mother’s body from the frozen reaches of the Himalayas, Flavia, for her indiscretions, is banished from her home at Buckshaw and shipped across the ocean to Miss Bodycote’s Female Academy in Toronto, her mother’s alma mater, there to be inducted into a mysterious organization known as the Nide.
No sooner does she arrive, however, than a body comes crashing down out of the chimney and into her room, setting off a series of investigations into mysterious disappearances of girls from the school
The Good Stuff
- Another devilishly fun mystery with my favorite little scamp, Flavia. This time the little imp heads to Canada and hijinks ensue.
- Addition of new delightfully unusual secondary characters
- Especially loved all the familiar mentions of Toronto places.
- Plenty or red herrings in trying to figure out whodunit (not to mention who the body actually belongs to)
- Little imp is growing up - but not to fast thank god
- The setting of the school was positively brilliant and a perfect place for that little minx Flavia - this could lead to so many more stories than Bishop's Lacey
- Love her inner monologues
- Plenty of dark humour and smart dialogue
- I've said it before I wish these books were around when I was growing up as they make chemistry sound totally fascinating - could have made a difference in this girls disinterest with science in school. Damn Flavia would be an awesome teacher
- A tad disappointed at the ending (but cannot tell you why as it would be a major spoilers)
- I did miss my favorites from Bishops Lacey
- Some things did not add up
"I could succeed at whatever I chose. I could, for instance, become an undertaker. Or a pathologist. A detective, a gravedigger, a tombstone maker, or even the world's greatest murderer.
Suddenly the world was my oyster--even if it was a dead one.”
“I was proud of my strategy. It was one I had been saving for just such an occasion as this. Who can say no to a personal matter? Even God is curious about such things, which is why He listens to our prayers.”
One of the things I dread about becoming an adult is that sooner or later you begin letting sentimentality get in the way of simple logic. False feelings are allowed to clog the works like raw honey poured into the tiny wheels of a fine timepiece.”
"By the end of the third shelf I had begun to see why librarians are sometimes able to achieve such pinnacles of crankiness: It's because they are in agony. If only publishers could be persuaded, I though, to stamp all book tiles horizontally instead of vertically, a great deal of unpleasantness could be avoided all round. Chiropractors and opticians would be out of business, librarians cheerier, and the world would be a better place."
I received this from Random House in exchange for an honest review