In the fifth book by Alan Bradley, Flavia returns again – witty, sharp, and precocious. I just love her! She’s like a young Sherlock Holmes.
When the organist is found dead in a crypt of the church (discovered as the Vicar and workmen are set to exhume the remains of Saint Tancred), Flavia once again has a murder to solve. She races to figure it out before Inspector Hewitt or two new rivals. With a backdrop of their ongoing family tensions (including the aging manor house Buckshaw), Flavia is in her element. Aside from chemistry, Flavia does snooping very well!
There is a gasp moment! I can’t wait for the next installment in the Buckshaw Chronicles!
4 / 5