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

by Alan Bradley

The possibilities seemed endless, which made it all the more exciting, since possibilities are so much more thrilling than certainties—or so I’ve always thought.

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

Oh, for the good old days, I thought, when Death was an everyday equal and not to be padlocked away like some dim-witted relative whom nobody wanted to see or spend time with.