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.
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.
In the fifth Flavia de Luce mystery, a sleuth who is hardly 12 years old discovers her fifth corpse and, as usual, solves the crime.
Though she is confronted by an improbable number of murder mysteries for a sleuth of her age, Flavia continues to develop as a wonderful character.
To paraphrase a quotation Flavia finds in an old book, a week in her life without murder would be like a red herring without mustard.