![]() ![]() I think it was the slobbering, more than anything, that put me off the cyanide. I knew the symptoms all too well: the vertigo, the dizziness, the burning in the throat and stomach and, as the vagus nerve becomes paralyzed, the difficulty in breathing, the cold sweat, the feeble pulse, the muscular paralysis, the crushing heaviness of the heart, the slobbering… ![]() When this ninth novel in the series begins, Flavia is in a fairly dark place, contemplating suicide with the singular focus of a highly educated chemist in the body of a sensible, if bloody-minded, young lady: would simply do away with myself.Īnd as an authority on passing, I knew precisely how to accomplish it. Bradley has covered a tumultuous-if much shorter-period in young Flavia’s life. At the rate of one a year since then, Mr. Flavia bridges that reading gap so perfectly that I’m almost sorry for my much younger self that Alan Bradley only started publishing these delightful novels nine years ago. This is how much I enjoy Flavia de Luce: I’m not sure that I like her better now than I would have had I been a pre-teen who’d discovered her in my mystery-reading journey from Nancy Drew to Miss Marple. ![]() ![]() The Grave’s A Fine And Private Place is the ninth book in Alan Bradley’s Flavia de Luce series. ![]()
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