“It is not unknown for fathers with a brace of daughters to reel off their names in order of birth when summoning the youngest, and I had long ago become accustomed to being called ‘Ophelia Daphne Flavia, damn it.”
― Alan Bradley, The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie
“A peculiar feeling passed over me–or, rather, through me, as if I were an umbrella remembering what it felt like to pop open in the rain.”
― Alan Bradley, The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie
It is the summer of 1950–and at the once-grand mansion of Buckshaw, young Flavia de Luce, an aspiring chemist with a passion for poison, is intrigued by a series of inexplicable events: A dead bird is found on the doorstep, a postage stamp bizarrely pinned to its beak. Then, hours later, Flavia finds a man lying in the cucumber patch and watches him as he takes his dying breath.
For Flavia, who is both appalled and delighted, life begins in earnest when murder comes to Buckshaw. “I wish I could say I was afraid, but I wasn’t. Quite the contrary. This was by far the most interesting thing that had ever happened to me in my entire life.”
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I was pleasantly surprised by The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie, the first in a series depicting the adventures of Flavia de Luce. I normally don’t enjoy mysteries set in the past, but Flavia quickly won me over with her sharp wit, swift thinking, and quirky view of the world. The abundance of descriptive images was, at first, overwhelming, but, as I became used to Flavia’s way of relating to the world, I found myself thoroughly enjoyed Mr. Bradley’s writing style.
I actually listened to this book on CD, a definite plus to my enjoyment. The reader’s voice fit Flavia perfectly, making it easy for me to relate to her depths (or lack thereof). Unlike the ‘adultness’ of some children detectives, Flavia, nerdy scientist that she is, also exhibits moments of childish fears and glee as she methodically winds her way through the dark alleys and dead ends of the mystery.
A definite must-read if you enjoy twist, turns and razor-wit in your mysteries. I’m looking forward to another fun ride with Miss Flavia in book 2, The Weed That Strings the Hangman’s Bag.
“Seed biscuits and milk! I hated Mrs. Mullet’s seed biscuits the way Saint Paul hated sin. Perhaps even more so. I wanted to clamber up onto the table, and with a sausage on the end of a fork as my scepter, shout in my best Laurence Olivier voice, ‘Will no one rid us of this turbulent pastry cook?”
― Alan Bradley, The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie
“I found a dead body in the cucumber patch,’ I told them.
‘How very like you,’ Ophelia said, and went on preening her eyebrows.”
― Alan Bradley, The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie
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