Elizabeth Peters' The Murders of Richard III
It was high time for me to read another Jacqueline Kirby mystery, and this one did not disappoint. Here, our clever, dry-witted, and generally amazing academic librarian finds herself talked into going to a house party in England full of Richard III enthusiasts. Obviously things soon go awry, with a series of thematic attacks, but it's ok, because Jacqueline (and her purse of wonders) are on the case. And because this was written in the 70s, there's even a great part where she gets to tell off a couple of sexist jerks ragging on Women's Lib (yes, the book capitalized it). If this book had been written this year instead of before I was born, that scene would be ALL OVER Tumblr. And I would reblog it. A/A-.
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