I just finished another in the Bryant & May Series….The Invisible Code. I have written about Fowler and his series before. (Click here for more details) They are irresistible and must be saved for the perfect moment. For at least thirty years, every Friday, my father brought home a box of Chicago’s famous Fannie May chocolates. One of the pieces in the box was always white chocolate, still my favorite. You must remember taking the lid off a candy box and trying to decide which piece to select. That’s the experience you will have when in the midst of all the books you read, you decide it is time for a piece of ‘Bryant and May delight.’ I prefer to read a series in order, but once you have the Peculiar Crimes Unit characters in hand, it probably doesn’t matter. I take them any way I can get them now. I will leave you with a sample of the writing, but wouldn’t dare tell you about the story. If you love a great mystery, a London setting, two aging Golden Age detectives, some peculiar methods of solving crimes, and WONDERFUL writing….open the box of candy and help yourself.
Hampstead had always prided itself on being a cut above other London areas. The homes of Bryon, Dickens, Keats and Florence Nightingale had now been usurped by financiers who had turned the village into one of the most expensive places in the world.Its street names were printed in elegant reverse text, white lettering out of black tiles, its avenues were sumptuously leafy, its houses gabled and slightly suburban, set back from the sight of vulgar vehicles. It had lakes and the largest open heathland in London, and looked down on everyone else from a windswept peak where the city temperatures cooled, and on a summer day like this you would almost believe your were deep in countryside until you saw the high-street prices.
Today Bryant had arranged to meet her at Liverpool Street Station. The white witch and self-proclaimed leader of the Coven of St. James the Elder turned up in a purple woolen tea-cosy hat, a green velvet overcoat and orange leggings. Her glasses, winged and yellow-tinted, hung on a plastic daisy chain around her throat. She looked like a small seaside town celebrating a centenary.
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