This is a read that leaves you feeling happy. Again. So, what else is there to add? The blurb says it all: The two graces are frolicking among the multitudes of flower arrangements in Haverill Hall (where, again, oh praised be the head gardener! the peonies are still in bloom in mid-July) and in the countryside, as they stumble upon a Matlock-family unrelated body. So, a mystery-sprinkled honeymoon is off to a good start. The poor dears were denied one so far (honeymoon, that is), as you know, and we are invited for the ride (in a carriage with four ponies)! But more importantly, the story is an essential addition to the BHC universe, to be told and re-told long after the cherub has graced us with its presence. The moral undertone, if one is inclined to search for one after the earlier installments’ forays into, e.g., museums and journalistic ethics, is the working morale of the scientific community members in the 19th century. Or does the discussion apply to a time near the present.. ? On another sidenote, there are no noticeable dairies in the Cambridgeshire, nevertheless, Haverill Hall does not seem to run out of cheese in this setting. Positioned in the summer and published in spring, no frosty temperatures will come to the rescue of your melting heart. Best enjoyed with a scoop of ice or a supplementary slice of cheese. Let’s hope, Bea comes up with more opportunities for chaos and disruption to bestow on her august husband in a very near future. Thanks netgalley for the arc. Opinions are my own.
