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I am disliking this. The advertisement that folks can't recognize clues like Hercule is bragged inaccurately. These read like typical novels so far, in that we can merely read how they end. I retain the details, which is what clue-recognizing is. We can't guess an author's invented backgrounds. I hate how John Hastings is portrayed as not knowing either but Hercule conjures the outlandish, made-up story details.

I put off my forays with Agatha Christie for a couple of years when it is my intention to saovur at least one per year, because it didn't seem this one would be thrilling. The first short story isn't and actually, is demeaning to John Hastings as if he is not permitted to be right or insightful. By the way, his name is not "Poirot"! Oh, that ancient "last name" appellation for men bugs me. His name is "HERCULE"!

Don't ask me how but on four hour's sleep, I resumed reading this and have jogged to 326 pages. Merely 100 left. I would continue all day but one needs to bathe and dress and celebrate new year's eve with one's spouse and cats. HAPPY NEW YEAR 2017, EVERYONE! May Conan be home with us and goodness knows, we will be a happy family from now on. 2018 will be great! Sincerely, Carolyn.

This is very enjoyable. It might become my favourite since "Still Life". Louise Penny definitely knows this summer environment of hers better than she depicted a realistically Canadian winter or tentatively emerging spring. Animals and science were incorrect. This however: all her sounds, sights, smells, and observations are accurate and familiar. The reading is a pleasure without needing the mystery to appear.

I am thrilled to have this from my darling spouse, for Christmas! It is out of print on Amazon and internet stores put used copies too high, except one place I was about to try. I held off the order until Christmas day, knowing Ron had bought me one book. He only shops in person and books that aren't a staple or a new release are scarce these days. I put it on my list in case it reprints well in Canada. It does!

My thorough, immense pleasure, Madame Augusta Huiell Seaman! Such an extraordinarily compelling, non-crime, original, wholly mysterious mystery.... hailing from 1919 to boot! The manners and Canadian / American history, recent to publishing time, are educational, special features.

I am back with a personal favourite. I abhor the "cozy" dilluted style of mystery generally. However I know who the genuinely excellent authoresses are, real writers with a vocabulary that brushes-up mine. And when my first sitting, in bed, scurries to 121 pages; I know I am reading my go-to comfortable fare. Greats like Nancy Atherton receive the "cozy" label in lightness of their content only: not in quality.

There is no stopping this wonderful book now! I love the highly natural events at working on a clue, not knowing its meaning but trying ideas. Some might not work but from them, spring answers. Some might be fortuitously gained but not arbitrarily or irrelevantly. These girls are searching in the right places with good reason. They have set me to such a fevor pitch that I'm crazy to see how everything comes out!

This got very interesting and that natural thing about regularly falling asleep is the only delay in enjoying the rest of this novel. It could do without heaping of personal trivia and history, particularly about the protagonist whom I don't like much. But I thought I would love his research assistant, Elena Coyle and I do. She has a much more important role than it seemed, perhaps conceled and delayed on purpose.

This is fascinating and original and I love looking at the manners of one-hundred years ago in time. This is the please about books that depicted their own modern time that have become old to us, versus historical fiction doing its best to fabricate antiquity. I love great mysteries that age naturally and become historical on their own. I am as keen to learn the secret on Slipper Point island as the story's girls!

I am finally making progress on this. I dislike the way the story is being told, deflecting the eeriness and paranormal onto such mundane storylines about a fake television ghost seeker, that it is astonishing. Who would have great contents and not use an original paranormal story as the primary focus and atmosphere?! Was this a first-time author who did not understand how to angle a tone! A lot like "Jumangi 2"!

It is my pleasure and treat to rejoin the unprecedented Augusts Huiell Seaman for a mystery novel that is genuinely mysterious. It is independent on the crutch of a crime plot devise. It is purely about girls discovering a secret, relishing it, and then going to work on it themselves. It is a thrill all of its own. I want authors to know the absence of legal matters makes plots more exciting, by leaps and bounds.

This author doesn't know he ought to stick to the parts that are riveting. It is clear that he wants to set up an impact for a ghost investigator who doesn't believe in his mark. However paragraphs about his throughts and his assistant's, researching in London, dominate up till now. There is no action yet but I like the assistant far more than the fake, who seems to be the protagonist for now. Let's get grooving.

The start is slow, not thrilling or wondrous. It's a surprisingly mundane introduction, perhaps for a purpose. The ghost-investigator has a sound military career that led to television. He is not really psychic but accepts a retired rock star's request to investigate his property. He has five years of debunking experience. We acquaint his research assistant too. Perhaps in contrast, a spirit will freak him out.

A little ways and then I'm done. I enjoyed the stories. Perhaps 100 year-old remains could only initiate a look at what occurred and not be investigated in earnest, except forensically. Thus, the present story was more about how islanders viewed a hotel project on her ancestor's land. Depicting that climate made a greaet story. But three stars max, because there was frequent vanity-hunting of near-extinct birds.

Here I go, with the great Augusta Huiell Seaman, who lived from 1879 to 1950. Some of my favourite mysteries are hers. They are genuinely MYSTERIOUS mysteries instead of making the crux about a crime: the true nature of this word that so few adult writers attempt. Mysteriousness at its best: any question that we set out to answer can be a wonderful mystery!

I love Beatrice, Emily, her brother Kit, and their close friend Donald, in 1910. I see selfishness and a personality problem with their painter brother and husband Theo but have sympathy. I quickly dislike both brooding men, of worse ill humour than Theo, whom it seems Sarah Maine wants us to regard as the tempting male interests of each century. Cameron is better in Beatrice's time but James is an ass in Hetty's.

Knowing this isn't the ghost story it sounded like made a difference. There is no disappointment in misinformed expectation. I am free to see what British-Canadian Sarah Maine offers. I knew right away that I enjoyed her writing: no excess "soft" or "gentle" adverbs. Focus on feelings, not gestures, nor how anyone looks. This is a saga more than a mystery but I like the unfolding story enougn that I don't mind!

We are in present day often enough. When we revert to Beatrice in 1910, I like having her as a narrator too. It is about what being at that house and Hebrides island means to all of them, including mystery axis, Theo Blake. He is Beatrice's husband and brother of the 2010 character's Grandma, Emily, whom we meet in the prologue. The structure is a shambles in 2010. Even I, a sentimentalist, favour building anew.