a break in the case (that barely qualifies as a legitimate case...just one unique and delightful quirk of this Mystery), and of all the places the corpse was going to lead, I would not have guessed there.
my next Summer Jamboree Read will be a Spy book, in keeping with a trend seeping through the website in my “neck of the woods”, and I’m leaning heavily towards an oldie...The Sunlit Ambush. at least, it sounds like a Spy novel. a variant, anyway. close enough!
a-ha! see, I knew somehow this book would have some kind of “summer” angle, and was perfect for my Summer Jamboree (silly, Titus) Reading List. sure it takes place in Wales at the end of October, but the woman found dead and laid out in a churchyard bier house (“dead house”) is wearing a cotton sundress—a summer dress, what the text refers to as a “July-only” dress. no coat, not even a cardigan. a clue? dunno—but Fiona won’t let it go, and what better way for me to launch my Summer Reading choices than with, um, The Mystery of the Summer Dress When It’s Not Summer! it’s like I knew, before I knew.
even if a rational, level-headed bookworm would have left a book called The Dead House, which takes place in Wales in October, for Halloween reading...I don’t care. this book starts my “Summer Reading Jamboree”, and phooey on anyone who calls this loony. if I had left this book alone for another five months...I would not be in love with it now. which I am. specifically, DS Fiona Griffiths is the best female crime-solver I’ve encountered since Malin Fors, which is saying something! her thing for corpses is freaking me out a little, but I’ve barely got to know her, and I’m sure I won’t be at all bothered by it, in a few more chapters. yeah right.
perfect, so far. an unlikely Summer Reading Jamboree launch choice...but perfect.