All the ingredients for an excellent and funny book are there, and I have to admit: Derek Farrell didn’t disappoint me. “Quite fun”, as the blurb proclaims, doesn’t even nail it approximately. I simply loved the book. The plot? Something Agatha Christie might have imagined, had she been born in the sixties and had a penchant for stories more juicy than her own admittedly excellent ones. The writing? A mix between Joe Keenan for its wry wit and campy tone and Elizabeth Peters for the very British style. I not only giggled through half the book, I outright laughed out loud, earning many a dazzled stare from my boyfriend.
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