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Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Audio book Review: The Weed that Strings the Hangman's Bag by Alan Bradley

The Weed that Strings the Hangman's Bag
by Alan Bradley
Read by Jayne Entwistle
Random House Audio
Buy from Indigo

Description: From Dagger Award-winning and internationally bestselling author Alan Bradley comes this utterly beguiling mystery starring one of fiction's most remarkable sleuths: Flavia de Luce, a dangerously brilliant eleven-year-old with a passion for chemistry and a genius for solving murders. This time, Flavia finds herself untangling two deaths-separated by time but linked by the unlikeliest of threads.

Flavia thinks that her days of crime-solving in the bucolic English hamlet of Bishop's Lacy are over-and then Rupert Porson has an unfortunate rendezvous with electricity. The beloved puppeteer has had his own strings sizzled, but who'd do such a thing and why? For Flavia, the questions are intriguing enough to make her put aside her chemistry experiments and schemes of vengeance against her insufferable big sisters. Astride Gladys, her trusty bicycle, Flavia sets out from the de Luces' crumbling family mansion in search of Bishop's Lacey's deadliest secrets.

Does the madwoman who lives in Gibbet Wood know more than she's letting on? What of the vicar's odd ministrations to the catatonic woman in the dovecote? Then there's a German pilot obsessed with the Brontë sisters, a reproachful spinster aunt, and even a box of poisoned chocolates. Most troubling of all is Porson's assistant, the charming but erratic Nialla. All clues point toward a suspicious death years earlier and a case the local constables can't solve-without Flavia's help. But in getting so close to who's secretly pulling the strings of this dance of death, has our precocious heroine finally gotten in way over her head?

The Good Stuff
  • God I love Flavia, such a mischievous little minx
  • Once the story got started (this one took a wee bit to get into) I couldn't stop listening to it
  • Fabulous character development on each and every character
  • Bloody hilarious
  • Ms Entwistle is an absolutely marvelous voice for Flavia - she truly brings the little devil to life - I could listen to her for hours!
  • Perfect for readers of any age, well at least past 12 - there is bloody murder after all
  • Loved the scene where Flavia wonders what an affair entitles
  • Makes me feel nostalgic for a simpler time - kids actually used their imagination, read books and wandered out in the wilds - damn we need more of that
  • Mwahh hah hah - don't ever tick me off - I have learned a lot about poisons - be warned and don't ever think about messing with my kids
  • I enjoy reading this series - but won't lie - will now only listen to them because the narrator is positively brillian

The Not So Good Stuff
  • Took a wee bit to get into the story on this one
  • Made me laugh m ass off while walking the dog or taking the bus, people were staring LOL!
  • Find myself using British terms and talking in an "english" voice - and I don't do a very good job of it either
Memorable Quotes

“I have to admit, though, that Cynthia was a great organizer, but then, so were the men with whips who got the pyramids built.”

“I remembered that Beethoven's symphonies had sometimes been given names... they should have call [the Fifth] the Vampire, because it simply refused to lie down and die.” 

“But what he said was true enough: I had recently destroyed a perfectly good set of wire braces by straightening them to pick a lock. Father had grumbled, of course, but had made another appointment to have me netted and dragged back up to London, to that third-floor ironmonger's shop in Farringdon Street, where I would be strapped to a board like Boris Karloff as various bits of ironmongery were shoved into my mouth, screwed in, and bolted to my gums.”

 4.5 Dewey's

I borrowed this from the Calgary Public Library


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