A 435 page mystery where the actual detection takes place around, ohhh, say page 367, and contains all the tension, intrigue, danger and drama of an evening spent watching a re-run of The Lawrence Welk Show. Forced chemistry (or rather no chemistry) between said surly/charmless hero and an equally vapid "oh-I'm-so-stupid-but-I'm-so-adorable-because-the-writer-tells-you-so" heroine.ģ. A surly and charmless hero masquerading as a grade C Sherlock Holmes clone.Ģ. Obviously this book has far more admirers then detractors, (if the ratings are any indication), but I'm damned if I know why.Īs far as I can analyse, you might like this book if you enjoy:ġ. Dismissing his warnings that the investigation will be difficult, if not impossible, Julia presses forward, following a trail of clues that lead her to even more unpleasant truths, and ever closer to a killer who waits expectantly for her arrival. It is a reaction she comes to regret when she discovers damning evidence for herself, and realizes the truth.ĭetermined to bring the murderer to justice, Julia engages the enigmatic Brisbane to help her investigate Edward’s demise. Prepared to accept that Edward’s death was due to a long-standing physical infirmity, Julia is outraged when Brisbane visits and suggests that her husband was murdered. Before he can show them to Nicholas Brisbane, the private inquiry agent he has retained for his protection, he collapses and dies at his London home, in the presence of his wife, Julia, and a roomful of dinner guests. These ominous words are the last threat that Sir Edward Grey receives from his killer.
“Let the wicked be ashamed, and let them be silent in the grave.” Only from New York Times bestselling author Deanna Raybourn, go back to where it all began with the original Lady Julia Grey historical mystery series.
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