I have had this book for months and months- shuffled it around in book stacks for possible reading and finally threw it under the bed. The title was intriguing but I am most assuredly NOT a lover of personified dogs. And I knew this book was all about that. My in-laws always found my character deficient for that. And I just couldn’t fake the love.
And seriously, I have zero interest in race car drivers and their fast cars. Zero. Cars so don’t interest me that four months after buying a new car, I am still hard pressed to locate my exact one in a parking lot.
Lacking a good read, purely from desperation, I pulled the book out from under my bed and began reading very, very fearful of the sappiness factor. And the added problem of the main character being an animal that likes sticking its nose in crotches.
Yup, then I began and read to the end. I wouldn’t call it sappy so much as charming.
Enzo, a mixed breed dog, lives with Denny who absolutely adores him and tells this sage dog all his heart. One day Denny meets Eve and Enzo is suspicious that his beautiful life is about to be ruined by this woman whom Denny is crazy about. Eve and Enzo are not initially keen on one another. But life changes and Eve becomes dependent on Enzo and Enzo is lovingly faithful to Eve.
There is a reason a book told through the mind of a dog received thousands of positive reviews and was a New York Times Bestseller. It is good.
Have you read it? Did you like it?
“‘You must never be deflected by unpleasantness. I want you to remember that. Although it may not be apparent to others, your duty will become as clear to you as if it were a white line painted down the middle of the road. You must follow it, Flavia.’
‘Even when it leads to murder?’ I had asked.
‘Even when it leads to murder.'”
And of course this Flavia de Luce novel includes a murder- right off- on the train platform in little Bishops Lacey. And of course Flavia will be smack in the middle of it all in her clever unassuming way.
Flavia continues to be a charming, precocious sleuth working away in her chemistry lab set up in the peculiar house they call Buckshaw, she continues to be an irritant to her sisters and a sage peer to the other detectives.
Alan Bradley has made a character who is so cleverly quirky, so winsomely smart, so sensibly mature that I just hate to come to the end of his novel.