The Weed That Strings the Hangman's Bag (Flavia de Luce, #2)

by Alan Bradley

“Very well, then,” said Mother Goose. “I shall begin at the beginning, and go on till I come to the end. And then I shall stop.”

We seem to be born with wisps of both glory and gloom in our veins, and we can never be certain at any given moment which of the two is driving us.