Well, of course I liked it - mom is never wrong about mysteries. The writing is great, which allows the story to go at a slower pace without being deadly dull.
Brother Cadfael is a Benedictine monk in medieval England and has come late to the cloistered, monastic life after a youth spent adventuring. Content, he still allows himself to be recruited for a trip to Wales as official translator, on a quest to bring back the bones of a saint. Receiving the consent of both the bishop and the prince it does't occur to monks that perhaps the village housing St. Winifred's bones might not be inclined to let her go.
The resulting murder was plotted well and the resolution kind of fiendish, really. Where is plotting like this nowadays? I thoroughly like Brother Cadfael for his pragmatic outlook and intelligence.
My only quibble with the book is the errors in the catechism, but I'm left unsure whether Peters did this on purpose or out of ignorance. Saints aren't worshipped, they aren't to be revered; they're meant to serve as roll models and to offer intercession on behalf of one who asks for it. As someone who has been called an idolator, I'm a little sensitive on this point. I'm inclined to believe Peters did this knowingly, as there are at least two points in the story where the Welsh priest gently clarifies the difference, but the overriding narrative does nothing to definitively correct this misconception.
Putting this aside though, the book was good, more than good enough to make me want to read the next one.
Total Pages: 192