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

by Alan Bradley

Odd, isn’t it, that a charge of lipstick is precisely the size of a .45 caliber slug.

Poor Dogger! That’s what I thought, even though Daphne told me I should never say that about anyone: “It’s not only condescending, it fails to take into account the future,” she said.

even when news had come of Harriet’s death, it had to be sent by telegram because Father refused to believe anything he hadn’t seen in print.

Charles Darwin had once pointed out that the fiercest competition for survival came from one’s own tribe, and as the fifth of six children—and with three older sisters—he was obviously in a position to know what he was talking about.

G and S fascinate me to no end. Did you know that their immortal partnership was shattered by a disagreement about the cost of a carpet?”

BEING KIDNAPPED IS NEVER QUITE THE WAY YOU imagine it will be.