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

by Alan Bradley

Looking away is easy, but staring Death in the face takes more than a strong stomach.

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

Why do so many poets apologize before reading their work aloud? I wondered. How many readings had we attended at St. Tancred’s parish hall where the poet felt obliged to kill his own young before they ever drew breath?

There’s nothing so deadly as an acid tongue driven by a pious mind.