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While I’m on the road trip, I won’t be able to keep up with the weekly Wednesday Reading Meme, but as I’m taking a brief break (ending today! Heading out on a camping trip this afternoon!) I thought I’d catch up on some book reviews.

Anne Lindbergh’s Bailey’s Window is a charming 1990s children’s fantasy, extremely short. Obnoxious Bailey goes to visit his cousins in rural Vermont and discovers that he has a magical power: when he paints a window on his bedroom wall, it’s possible to walk through into the painted scene. The character growth by which Bailey becomes less obnoxious seems rushed, but who cares, we’re all here for the magic windows and the windows are fun.

John D. Fitzgerald’s Mama’s Boarding House is a fictionalized adult memoir by the author of the Great Brain books, which are fictionalized children’s memoirs that I read with great enjoyment as a child. The two books share some characters, and it’s at times very strange to see them refracted through such a different lens. For instance, the Great Brain is completely tangential. Not a single harebrained scheme! Enjoyable if you enjoy mid-century family memoirs like Chicken Every Sunday. (Speaking of which, I keep thinking about reading Clarence Day’s Life with Father. Thoughts?)

I don’t usually post about rereads, but Dorothy Gilman’s A Nun in the Closet is just so much fun, I have to mention it in case someone has not yet heard of the book. [personal profile] rachelmanija’s review perfectly captures what makes the book so excellent: “an absolutely delightful book, and one with depth underneath its breezy surface… While the nuns’ innocence is often very funny, their philosophy and knowledge set is serious and taken seriously, as is that of the hippies. There’s hilarious hijinks, a cast of distinct and mostly very likable characters, clashes of world views and also surprising commonalities in world views, a lot of herb lore, and a tiny but real community that springs up in and around the house.”

Doris Gates’s A Morgan for Melinda is an excellent horse girl book, with horses as fully realized characters right alongside the humans. Melinda initially doesn’t want to learn to ride at all, and agrees only because she thinks it will help her father come to terms with the death of her horse-loving older brother; but after she gets a Morgan horse, she falls so in love with her steed that she decides she had to write a book about the experience.

I enjoyed the writing parts just as much as the horse parts, although I think Gates was perhaps not quite clear enough in her mind exactly when Melinda was writing this: as it was happening or after it was all over? There are clues that point both ways.

Finally, Barbara Michaels’ Be Buried in the Rain, a modern gothic in which the heroine spends the summer at a decaying Virginia mansion to care for her horrible grandmother, who remains as vicious as ever despite a pair of strokes that have left her almost paralyzed. Fantastic atmosphere, an amazing subplot in which the heroine adopts a dog, compelling forward motion - this is not a short book, but I read it in one sitting - but awkward plotting that moves creakily and doesn’t quite come together at the end. Nonetheless, a fantastically creepy ending.
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Jennifer L. Holm’s Penny from Heaven was my favorite of Jennifer L. Holm’s Newbery Honor-winning books based loosely on her family history (she seems to have founded her own tiny subgenre), until spoilers )

Audrey Coloumbis’s Getting Near to Baby is also pretty heavy. I strongly suspect this is another book about children that is actually for adults. There’s a sequence where the neighbor girl shows Willa Jo and Little Sister the underground tunnel she dug with her brothers, which is a proper hideout and would surely appeal to any child - but other than that, there’s not a lot here that I think I would have enjoyed as a kid, although as an adult I can see that some of the writing is lovely.

I also finished Caitlin Fitz’s Our Sister Republics: The United States in an Age of American Revolutions, a nonfiction book that suffers from the flaw of many nonfiction book: this would have made an excellent article and a pretty good short book, but because of the demands of publishing it’s a full-size book, and there are really only so many ways that you can say “US Americans in the early 19th century were enormously enthusiastic about South American revolutions, in which they saw a reflection of their own revolution, until in 1826 southern Congressman whipped up a frenzy about the racial identity and abolitionist tendencies of the South American revolutions, at which point enthusiasm faded.”

What I’m Reading Now

I’ve begun Elizabeth Peters’ The Mummy Case! I missed this series while I couldn’t get any books from the library. It’s nice to finally have the next book to be getting on with. (I must say that I find Amelia’s son Ramses irritatingly precocious, but maybe that will change as he gets older over the course of the books.)

What I Plan to Read Next

I may slow down on the Newbery Honor books once I finish the books of the 2000s (of which there are… seven more… how can there still be seven left? I’ve read so many!), or at least on the physical books. The ebooks are so convenient to read while I’m playing Island Experiment…

In fact I went through the library catalog and wrote down all the Newbery Honor books that are available as ebooks. The oldest one available is Padraic Colum’s The Golden Fleece and the Heroes Who Lived before Achilles, from 1922, so I guess I didn’t need to get that from Project Gutenberg after all… but who would have expected the library to have an ebook of a book published in 1922!

The most recent Newbery Honor book that the library does not have in the catalog at all, even in one of the shared system school libraries, are the three Honor books from 1970, Mary Q. Steele’s Journey Outside, Sulamith Ish-Kashor’s Our Eddie, and Janet Gaylord Moore’s The Many Ways of Seeing: An Invitation to the Pleasures of Art.

1970 must be some kind of internal cut-off date in the library, because there are a whole lot of pre-1970 Newbery Honor books that the library doesn’t have in any capacity. Once I get to that point, I’ll have to decide if I care about this project enough to interlibrary loan them all… but that is many books away, so I won’t worry about that for a while yet.
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Marilyn Nelson’s Carver, A Life in Poems, which indeed tells the story of George Washington Carver’s life in poems. This is one of those Newbery books where I feel that the awards committee (and also the publisher) forgot to consider what actual children might make of lines like

“Another lynching. Madness grips the South.
A black man’s hacked-off penis in his mouth,
His broken body torched…”

On a lighter note, I also finished Elizabeth Peters’ The Curse of the Pharaoh. Still kicking myself for not picking up more of the series - indeed, more of any mystery series - while the library was still open. Perfect brain candy for a stressful time.

And I blasted through the last quarter of Padraic Colum’s The Golden Fleece and the Heroes Who Lived before Achilles. About halfway through the book, Colum completes the adventures of the Argonauts, so the rest of the book is just following up on the heroes’ life stories outside of the Argo: the Twelve Labors of Heracles, Theseus and the Minotaur, Jason throwing over Medea without whom he would have died a loser who never accomplished anything, etc. etc. (Colum goes for a less-savage version of the Medea story, where Medea merely murders Jason’s new prospective bride Glauce; Medea and Jason have no children for Medea to murder.)

What I’m Reading Now

Therese of Lisieux’s The Story of a Soul, which I’ve been enjoying as a memoir of her childhood - although we’ve now left her childhood; I’ve just gotten to the part where all but two of the nuns in the convent fall ill with influenza, and Therese, as one of the well ones, is worked practically off her feet… but it’s fine, because “I was able to have the indescribable consolation of receiving Holy Communion every day… Oh! How sweet that was!”

I really don’t think I quite get nineteenth-century Catholicism.

I’m taking Svetlana Alexievich’s Voices from Chernobyl: The Oral History of a Nuclear Disaster a bit at a time, because it’s a grueling read. One image that keeps recurring: again and again people comment on the contrast between the natural beauty of the Exclusion Zone and its deadliness, the gorgeous cabbages that have to be plowed right back under the earth because they’re saturated with radiation.

What I Plan to Read Next

I’ve still got ten library books left, and I’ve also been casting a thoughtful eye on my unread bookshelf. It seems to me that this might be the perfect time to read a Mary Stewart or two; I’ve always enjoyed her ability to make you feel like you’re really visiting the places she writes about, and now is the perfect time for a literary holiday. I’ve got Airs above the Ground and The Rough Magic, which take place in Vienna and Corfu, respectively.
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This has been a big week for Newbery Honor books. I finished Russell Freedman’s The Voice that Challenged a Nation: Marian Anderson and the Struggle for Equal Rights - the scenes where the president and first lady actually did something useful and morally upstanding made me feel rather wistful - and also Kate DiCamillo’s Because of Winn-Dixie, a cute dog book (the dog lives) about a young girl learning to feel at home in her new community with the held of a dog named Winn-Dixie.

However, my favorite of the pack was Jacqueline Woodson’s After Tupac and D Foster, which is the book that Woodson’s Another Brooklyn is often recommended as: a beautifully written story about black female friendship in a richly envisioned neighborhood in New York City. (Friendships also happen in Another Brooklyn, but I feel like if you’re going to rec a book as “a celebration of female friendship,” most of the characters should actually like each other at the end.)

In After Tupac and D Foster, the unnamed narrator and her best friend Neeka have grown up across the street from each other in Queens. D Foster roams into their life the summer that they’re all eleven, a foster child who has given herself the name Foster because she’s bounced around so many homes. Clearly D’s life has been difficult, and we get little glimpses of that, but the main focus of the book is on the friendship, on evoking the time and place, Queens in the early 1990s in the years before Tupac died.

What I’m Reading Now

The second Amelia Peabody book, Elizabeth Peters’ The Curse of the Pharaoh, which sadly but not unexpectedly does indeed have less Evelyn than the first book (Evelyn having settled down peaceful in England to have children and be rich), as indeed Amelia herself was doing (or at least, she had one child) before thankfully abandoning the domestic hearth to return to Egypt to investigate the murder of an amateur but enormously rich archaeologist. Was he killed by… the Curse of the Pharaoh??? Almost certainly not. My money is currently on “grave robbers who wanted to rob the grave he found,” but We Shall See.

I wish I’d gotten more of these before the library closed; mystery novels are very comforting to read in a time of uncertainty. Possibly the library will have more on overdrive?

Alternately: I know for a fact that the library has more Mrs. Pollifax books on overdrive. If/when I run out of library books (I borrowed MANY books on my last day), I should give that a go.

What I Plan to Read Next

I’m keeping Eva Ibbotson’s The Reluctant Heiress in reserve for when things get real bad. I feel like I’ve been saving this book all these years specifically for this moment - without of course realizing that’s what I was doing - and I don’t want to expend it too early.
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I finished Arthur Ransome’s Swallowdale! Less sailing than anticipated on account of a shipwreck, but on the other hand: shipwreck! The book also treats us to a hidden valley, a secret cave, a mountain-climbing expedition, a wicked great aunt, and many feasts… And, like the first book, it also has more colonialist attitudes than you could shake a stick at, which I expect is just going to continue for all twelve books of the series.

It’s so weird that Arthur Ransome quaffed so deeply from that cup while apparently passing the cup of sexism entirely. Yes, Susan is the one who is in change of cooking and looking after the stores, but no one ever says it’s because she’s a girl or because girls just ought to be in charge of housekeeping, and no one ever expects the other girls (and four of the six main characters are girls) to take an interest in dish-washing just because they’re girls. Everyone pitches in with the basic housekeeping tasks, boys and girls alike, and Ransome makes a point about how vital Susan’s work is and how the Swallows’ mother might not let them go on adventures if she didn’t know Susan was so responsible and reliable.

I also finished Elizabeth Peters’ Crocodile on the Sandbank, and I am sorry to report that no one has written Amelia Peabody/Evelyn Barton-Forbes fic, even though CLEARLY the only proper and appropriate ending to the scene where Amelia asks Evelyn what sex is like is for Evelyn to say that, oh, she just can’t explain, but if Amelia likes, Evelyn could… show her?? I mean honestly. Amelia is CONSTANTLY dilating on Evelyn’s beauty. BOTH of them wax poetic about a vision of the future in which they grow old together. Evelyn forces Amelia to buy a red dress!!

To be fair there are only 32 fics on AO3 anyway, and it seems entirely possible that Evelyn will be Sir Not Appearing in the Rest of This Series, and I’m not actually opposed to the romantic matches that eventuate by the end of the book… but still. I’M JUST SAYING.

What I’m Reading Now

Anna Larina’s This I Cannot Forget: The Memoirs of Nikolai Bukharin’s Widow, which I’m taking in rather slowly because it’s so sad. Gulag memoirs are harsh enough in the first place; Anna Larina’s has the added horrible wrinkle that everyone in the entire country knew about her husband’s arrest and trial, so even though hundreds of miles separated them, she had a pretty good idea what he was suffering - without being able to do a damn thing about it.

What I Plan to Read Next

I’ve discovered that Eva Ibbotson has a hitherto unsuspected short story collection, A Glove Shop in Vienna and Other Stories, and I’m contemplating whether to read it once I’ve read The Reluctant Heiress. Or maybe I should save it for a rainy day? It’s always good to have an unread Eva Ibbotson up your sleeve just in case.
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I picked up Marie G. Lee’s Finding My Voice because Gabrielle Moss mentioned it in Paperback Crush as the first YA book about the Asian-American experience; I’m not sure this is actually true (so often supposed firsts turn out not to actually be firsts), but nonetheless it sounded interesting, and indeed it is, although perhaps mainly as a snapshot of life in 1992.

This sounds like a polite way of saying that the book is dated, and there’s some truth to that, but I also mean it in the more positive sense that the book gives you a strong sense of the time and place: a small town in northern Minnesota, where Ellen Sung is the only Asian-American student in her high school. The book gives a panoramic view of her life: school (both her studies and her place on the gymnastics team), family, friends (I loved Ellen’s relationship with her best friend Jessie), romance, college applications… it’s the fall semester of Ellen’s senior year and Ellen (who hopes to go to Harvard) hasn’t even taken her SATs yet. Truly a different time.

I thought the book bobbled a bit on the ending... )

Coincidentally, Caroline B. Cooney’s Flight #116 Is Down! was also written in 1992, although it did not give me the same “Ah, a visit to my childhood” vibes, possibly because a 747 crashing in someone’s backyard is so out of the ordinary that it semi-obliterates a sense of time.

This book is great. It offers a panoramic view of the accident, both from the points of view of a variety of plane passengers (and yes, you absolutely do spend 90% of the book on tenterhooks: “WHO WILL DIE?”) and the rescuers - particularly Heidi, behind whose rural mansion the plane crashed, and Patrick, a seventeen-year-old who is already trained as an EMT. The area is too sparsely populated to support a professional ambulance or fire department; all the local emergency responders are volunteers.

One of the things I enjoy about Cooney’s work is that she often paints a vivid picture of her settings - not just the natural surroundings but the local economy, the social structure, the tensions in the community. For instance, although there are plenty of rich people living in the area (they commute to a nearby city), Patrick notes that the volunteer emergency workers are all working class.

Some spoilers )

What I’m Reading Now

Crocodile on the Sandbank, the first book in Elizabeth Peters’ Amelia Peabody series, which has been recommended to me by various people over the years, including myself when I realized that Elizabeth Peters is another penname of Barbara Michaels (real name: Barbara Mertz). I think I ship Amelia and her lady companion Evelyn Barton-Forbes, who Amelia rescued after she (Evelyn) fainted in the Forum after being abandoned by her lover, with much dwelling upon Evelyn’s beauty.

I also discontinued reading Wendell Berry’s The Art of the Commonplace: The Agrarian Essays of Wendell Berry, because it turns out that five hundred pages is about my limit on the amount I can read about topsoil. Possibly six hundred pages is too many pages for a collection of essays that are all about the same topic, more or less.

(Even though I didn’t finish, I did add it to my book log because (1) I read five hundred pages! That’s so many pages!!!, and (2) I feel that I got the gist of it. Topsoil good, wantonly allowing topsoil to erode bad, wanton waste in general causes ecological destruction that will come back to bite us, probably sooner rather than later.)

What I Plan to Read Next

Possibly the library fairies don’t want me to read Bessel Van der Kolk’s The Body Keeps the Score: Brain, Mind, and Body in the Healing of Trauma, because the darn book has been in transit for over a week, and has it arrived yet? Noooooooo.

Supposedly Scary Stories for Young Foxes is also on it’s way, but who knows, it may fall in the pit of perpetual transit too. We shall see!
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Barbara Michaels' Someone in the House is probably the first book I’ve read with such a beguiling mix of cozy creepiness. What’s particularly impressive is that the coziness is not a mere veneer covering the true creepiness: the coziness and creepiness are both real, and intermingled, so it’s hard to tell when one begins and the other hands. spoilers )

I intended to pick up Susanna Kearsley’s The Shadowy Horses again (it got superseded earlier by Summer Reading), but then my ebook hold on P.S. I Still Love You came in and I figured I should prioritize that, as there are forty people on hold for it… And then I ended up blazing through it in two days, because all of a sudden I got really invested. Possibly it helped that I could no longer compare the book directly to the movie? Anyway, I ended up writing so much about P. S. I Still Love You that it's getting an entry of its own.

I also finished Mario Giordano's Auntie Poldi and the Sicilian Lions, which didn’t blow me away, but there are only two books in the series so far so I’m going to read the second anyway just in case. After all, look what happened with Lara Jean! I got real invested on the second book for that one!

What I’m Reading Now

I’ve been reading Alexandra Kropotkin’s The Best of Russian Cooking (originally published in 1947 as How to Cook and Eat in Russian, which may have been part of a series of cookbooks? There was a contemporary cookbook called How to Cook and Eat in Chinese), which is fascinating not so much for its comments about Russian cuisine (although those are interesting and informative) but because Alexandra Kropotkin clearly had a fascinating life.

I really wish that she had set aside the cookbook format and simply invented the food memoir. I want to hear more about the time that Clark Gable tried to teach her how to make pancakes! Not to mention the occasion of George Bernard Shaw’s complaint that “You Russians appear to live on cucumbers. What I can’t understand is how you seem to keep on loving them devotedly no matter how many you eat.”

(Kropotkin’s answer, which I feel on a spiritual level: cucumbers “grow without any laborious cultivating, which endears them to every Russian heart because Russians are passionately prejudiced in favor of any edible plant that doesn’t make them work to grow it.” Aren't we all!)

What I Plan to Read Next

More Barbara Michaels, I think. (I also intend to check out her mystery series under the pen name Elizabeth Peters, but after I’ve finished the second Auntie Poldi book. One can have too many mysteries going at one time.)
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“Last year I saw three migrating Canada geese flying low over the frozen duck pond where I stood. I heard a heart-stopping blast of speed before I saw them; I felt the flayed air slap at my face.”

Guess who finished Annie Dillard’s Pilgrim at Tinker Creek? Me! Me! Me! It remains to be seen whether it was worth wading through it, but at least it is DONE.

I also read Bill Geist’s Lake of the Ozarks: My Surreal Summers in a Vanishing America, which is a fun, fairly breezy memoir about the summers of his youth that he spent working at a hotel by the Lake of the Ozarks. I’m a sucker for this sort of thing: it’s at its best when describing the shenanigans the young seasonal hotel employees got up to.

And I reread Laura Shapiro’s Something from the Oven: Reinventing Dinner in 1950s America, on the theory that it might give me some good food details for Honeytrap. It did not (there’s surprisingly little description of actual food), but it was a salutary reminder that the 1950s, for all that they have crystallized in the national memory as a time of stasis (depending on your views, either a golden age or a hell hole), were actually just as complicated and contradictory as any other time and probably only seemed calm in comparison to the massive cultural changes of the sixties.

It also occurred to me that I’m trying to hit notes of both golden age and hell hole in Honeytrap, which perhaps accurately reflects the complicated nature of history but also may be a tall order to pull off.

What I’m Reading Now

On [personal profile] skygiants’ recommendation, I’ve been reading Barbara Michaels’ Someone in the House, the first quarter of which is pretty much a description of an idyllic summer at an English manor that has been transported to America for Reasons (Reasons being Rich People), which has now given way to - well, I think it’s a succubus. We’ll see! Enjoying it so far.

And I’ve begun In the Fifth at Malory Towers! Darrell and company seem to be a little bit drunk on the power of being fifth-formers, capable of handing down any punishment they please to the tykes of the lower forms (I know British schools really ran this way, but… they really ran this way???? I suppose if your goal is to train the young to exercise arbitrary power and social prestige, it probably makes sense), but I am looking forward to the play they’re going to put on. And Mademoiselle’s trick!

What I Plan to Read Next

It turns out that Barbara Michaels is a pseudonym for Elizabeth Peters, who wrote the Amelia Peabody series, (I believe I knew this at one point but it had slipped my mind), so there’s another possibility for a new mystery series to read!

She also wrote the Vicky Bliss series, which is lesser-known but features a professor of art history who investigates international art crime AND ALSO a charming art thief (I’m picturing the Cary Elwes character from Psych, but that might be setting myself up for disappointment) which is EVEN MORE up my alley and also shorter, so I might start with that series instead.
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Many things! Not least among them, Barbara Michaels’ The Sea-King’s Daughter, a deliciously tropey modern gothic set in Greece. Young Ariadne, the scuba-diver, goes to Greece for the summer to help her eccentrically awful archaeologist father search for an ancient Minoan fleet that he believes lies off the shore of Santorini. Naturally there are earthquakes, volcanoes, ex-Nazis and old Resistance fighters, ruins, romances, and a scene that I was almost certain was about to become canonical aliens cultists-made-them-do-it (not with Ariadne and her father, thank God).

I am digging this whole modern gothic thing. Bring me your tired, your poor, your ridiculous tropes yearning to breathe free!

I also read Rumer Godden’s Pippa Passes, which I expected to be like A Company of Swans - young English ballet dancer goes on tour and finds herself and also possibly true love! But in fact Pippa Passes is not like that at all; it’s really more a tale of disillusionment, and I am not fond of disillusionment as a literary theme.

Spoilers, TW for sexual assault )

I think I may take a break from Rumer Godden’s books for a bit.

What I’m Reading Now

Eva Ibbotson’s A Song for Summer, still. I just keeping having holds coming in and interrupting! But I like what I’ve read so far.

What I Plan to Read Next

Tove Jannson’s The Summer Book. I’m pretty excited for this!
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I read Barbara Michael’s Houses of Stone because of Sarah Rees Brennan’s review. It always feels kind of pointless reviewing something that Brennan has already reviewed, because what could I say that she has not? But I will say a bit more, because I loved this book and I think some of you might enjoy it too.

The heroine, Karen, is a literature professor who stumbles on a possibly career-making find: a Gothic novel by a little-known American poet, Ismene, whose poems Karen discovered and published earlier. With the help of her friend, history professor Peggy Finneyfrock (let us pause to delight in this name), Karen sets out of a research trip in hopes of discovering Ismene’s true identity, which of course includes discovering a big scary house.

I love the way that this book muses on the gothic (and modern gothic) genre, even as it revels in some of the tropes - the scary house, the untrustworthy possible lovers - and pointedly diverges from others, notably the fact that women are often pitted against each other in Gothic novels. Peggy Finneyfrock is Karen’s most important research partner, but she has other women friends as well, and they all help her at various points in the book. A feminist gothic novel!

I love the fact that this book takes intellectual endeavor as its guiding force - it’s so rare for a book to have scholarship as its main theme. The feminist literary theories that Karen talks about have become more mainstream in the twenty years since the book was published, so some of her “let me talk about how women writers are devalued” sections seem a little info-dumpy, but that’s a minor part of the book, and following the ins and outs of her research is fun.

Of course it helps that her research concerns a cracking good Gothic novel, written during the early nineteenth century and lost for years at the bottom of a trunk. Stylistically the excerpts from the novel don’t sound early nineteenth century to me - but this is probably something that will bother only me, because who else willingly reads antebellum American novels? - but the plot points and the construction of the blamelessly pure main character who prefers quiet contemplation to recreation, and gently chastises her livelier younger sister for failing to share this taste, are spot on.

Because Karen’s research into the novel and her friendships take up the bulk of the book, the romance feels rather tacked-on, and I rather wish it had been left off altogether. It’s not that there was anything objectionable about the guy she ends up with, unless the fact that I never really got a handle on him as a character counts, but the space would have been better devoted to more of Karen’s research.

That said, as the love interest was a thing, I was so happy that Karen didn’t end up getting with the guy she didn’t end up getting with, because damn, he was a jerk and I am so tired of love interests who become magically better people through The Power of Love. Instead she gets with the guy who is actually decent, so that was good, at least.

***

Barbara Michaels also wrote, under another pseudonym, the Amelia Peabody mystery series. I’ve been waffling about reading these books for quite some time (there are so many of them!), but the fact that they’re by the author of Houses of Stone definitely puts another plus in the “To Read” column.

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