How I love a British murder mystery.
You know me. I’m the person who watches every episode of Poirot, Miss Marple, Sherlock Holmes, Inspector Lewis, and Foyle’s War without shame as many times as I can because they are just fabulous. American murder mysteries (most of them) are hard-boiled, criminal, and dark thrillers that are fine, but I burnt out on Patricia Cornwell books like at around the letter F.
The newest mystery series coming from England are the Ruth Galloway Mysteries by Elly Griffiths (I’m still reading all eleven of Phil Rickman’s Rev. Merrily Watkin Mysteries; they are fantastic!) and I got an advanced reading copy of Ruth’s first adventure courtesy of Bookbrowse.
I inhaled it over the weekend. Delicious setting, wonderful mystery, fantastic and plucky heroine and lots of possible “bad guys/gals.” A bit cliche at times. The chase across the marshlands and the prisoner held in a cement room seemed just a tad over the top and a ten-year-old murder mystery? It just didn’t hold for me. But I loved Ruth Galloway. Smart, sassy, comfortable in her own skin. I will read the next book she appears in. The author won me over. I simply have to know what happens next.
It did prompt me to pull out my copies of Sally Wright’s Ben Reese mysteries that starts off with Publish and Perish, then Pride and Predator, and Pursuit and Persuasion. I also found out she’s written more after those initial three that I will have to find at the library (her fourth mystery was disappointing a few years ago).
See, told you I was a British murder mystery addict!
Happy Tuesday!
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