The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie (Flavia de Luce, #1)

by Alan Bradley

Wrapped up in the music, I threw myself into an overstuffed chair and let my legs dangle over the arm, the position in which Nature intended music to be listened to, and for the first time in days I felt the muscles in my neck relaxing.

Steady on, Flave, I told myself: There are worse things. But for the life of me, I couldn’t think of one.