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

by Alan Bradley

survived by daughters, Anna, Diana, and Trianna …

“AND THE PERSON OUTSIDE TO WHOM YOU WERE speaking?” Inspector Hewitt asked. “Dogger,” I said. “First name?” “Flavia,” I said. I couldn’t help myself.

I was me. I was Flavia. And I loved myself, even if no one else did.

Flave, I thought, you ought to be in Parliament.

I remembered a piece of sisterly advice, which Feely once gave Daffy and me: “If ever you’re accosted by a man,” she’d said, “kick him in the Casanovas and run like blue blazes!” Although it had sounded at the time like a useful bit of intelligence, the only problem was that I didn’t know where the Casanovas were located.