The Grave's a Fine and Private Place (Flavia de Luce, #9)

by Alan Bradley

Books served Daffy as an insulation between the real world and her tender heart.

Gorging on sweets together creates as strong a bond between two people as being in love. Or so it seems to me, although I’ve never been in love. Nor am I much accustomed to sugar.

Perhaps parts of her had, like Alice, slipped through to the other side of the looking-glass.

“Fortune favors girls with guts,”

Fate undoubtedly has her reasons, and I was merely a girl who had been sent by her to solve a mystery.

I felt oddly like Alice, falling endlessly…endlessly falling, floating, rocking from side to side like an autumn leaf, down the rabbit hole, but with nothing to grab: no cupboards or bookshelves, no jars of marmalade to seize.

Who would have believed that a girl could sleep so much in June?