In Leora’s society, the most important moments of a person’s life are tattooed upon their skin for everyone to see. When a person dies, their skin is tanned and turned into a book of their life – to be either treasured and passed down by their family members, or destroyed if the person is judged to have lived an immoral life.
If you are a Harry Potter fan, drop everything right now and read this book. End of book review. Wait, one more thing…
In the year 1899, nearly simultaneous events bring two wildly different beings of old-world magic to the new world and send them searching for the meaning of their existence, just like millions of other lonely, homesick immigrants on the shores of 20th-century America.
Edan has always loved everything Team Tomorrow, especially Gargantua, the awesome heroine-turned-villain of the long-running comic franchise – but it’s not until the summer before her junior year of high school when she learns about the joys of attending comic conventions and cosplaying as your favorite characters.
Each magician specializes in using one, and only one, man-made material. Some are into rubber, glass, plastic, or metal. There are some evil magicians, known as excisioners, who have figured out a way to use human blood. But when it comes time for ambitious young Ceony Twill to apprentice under a master magician, binding her power to paper is the furthest thing from her dreams.
In the second casebook of The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency, Mma Ramotswe again wrestles with the case of a missing son whose trail has gone cold. This time it’s a 20-year-old American boy whose parents left him behind when they returned home from diplomatic duty in Botswana because he had such a “heart for Africa” that he didn’t want to leave.
You can almost smell the smoke of wood fires in remote cattle stations, taste the dry air of the Kalahari, see the vivid sunsets, and feel a trickle of sweat in the October heat.
Flavia de Luce feels she is being exiled. But on her first night at Miss Bodycote’s Female Academy in Toronto, a desiccated corpse wrapped in a Union Jack, with the wrong head attached, drops out of the chimney into her dorm room and makes her feel right at home again.
One of the lighter confections in an already light and sugary series full of roguish old-country charm, this installment has an extra layer of romantic nostalgia, a chilling touch of fate, and a spun-sugar filigree of magic.
Flavia’s enthusiasms are infectious. Her feelings and their causes are touching. Her suspicions are hair-raising. And her sisters’ antics at their mother’s funeral gave me one of my biggest laughs in recent memory. I could use more like it.