Flavia


The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie (Flavia de Luce, #1)
I Am Half-Sick of Shadows (Flavia de Luce, #4)
The Weed That Strings the Hangman's Bag (Flavia de Luce, #2)
Speaking from Among the Bones (Flavia de Luce, #5)
A Red Herring Without Mustard (Flavia de Luce #3)
The Dead in Their Vaulted Arches (Flavia de Luce, #6)
As Chimney Sweepers Come to Dust (Flavia de Luce, #7)
Thrice the Brinded Cat Hath Mew'd (Flavia de Luce, #8)
The Curious Case of the Copper Corpse  (Flavia de Luce, #6.5)
The Golden Tresses of the Dead (Flavia de Luce, #10)
The Grave's a Fine and Private Place (Flavia de Luce, #9)
What Time the Sexton's Spade Doth Rust (Flavia de Luce, #11)
The Immaculate Deception (Jonathan Argyll, #7)
House of Leaves
To Kill a Mockingbird
Alan Bradley
I remembered that Johnson had declared portrait painting to be an improper employment for a woman. “Public practice of any art and staring in men’s faces is very indelicate in a female,” he had said. Well I’d seen Dr. Johnson’s face in the book’s frontispiece and I couldn’t imagine anyone male or female wanting to stare into it for any length of time —the man was an absolute toad.
Alan Bradley, A Red Herring Without Mustard

Alan Bradley
I waved my hand like a frantic dust mop fingers spread ludicrously wide apart as if to say “What jolly fun ” What I wanted to do actually was to leap to my feet strike a pose and burst into one of those “Yo-ho for the open road ” songs they always play in the cinema musicals but I stifled the urge and settled for a ghastly grin and an extra twiddle of the fingers.
Alan Bradley, A Red Herring Without Mustard

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