If you decide to read this one, by all means please be aware that you MUST read the Editor's Preface! :) No, really...I must insist! Mary Russell is definitely my kinda woman! She is walking through Sussex Downs with her nose in a book! I had to laugh when I read this. It reminded me of my grandmother becoming angry with me for walking through the house while reading a book. I guess she thought I would fall and break a bone or something! :) Though Mary's book was written in Latin. Please note: none of mine were written in Latin, mainly because I would have never been able to read them! :)
followed closely by an Anglo-Saxon oath. Heart pounding, I hastily pulled together what dignity
I could and glared down through my spectacles at this figure hunched up at my feet:
a gaunt, greying man in his fifties wearing a cloth cap, ancient tweed greatcoat, and decent shoes, with a threadbare army rucksack on the ground beside him. A tramp perhaps, who had left the rest of his possessions stashed beneath a bush. Or an eccentric. Certainly no shepherd. (5-6)
all-inclusive relationship with a woman, one that totally integrated all parts of your lives,
unlike the unequal and somewhat whimsical partnership you have had with Dr. Watson." (21)
as I found to my annoyance when I set up residence in Baker Street.
I was not yet twenty-one, and at first found the cases few and far between.
Incidentally, I hope you do not make a habit of guessing. Guessing is a weakness brought on by indolence and should never be confused with intuition." (21)
It turns out that Mary has a rather contentious relationship with her aunt who serves as her guardian, but once Mary had traced the woman's bank account, that basically squelched the possibility of her truly sabotaging any of Mary's plans, actions, or behaviors. I tell you what. I am rather glad Mary wasn't my child! I see that she could be 'a handful,' as they say! :)
In those first few weeks of spring I was like some tropical seed upon which was poured water and warmth. I blossomed, my body under the care of Mrs. Hudson and my mind under the care of this odd man, who had left behind the thrill of the chase in London and come to the quietest of country homes to raise bees, write his books, and, perhaps, to meet me. I do not know what fates put us less than ten miles from each other. I do know that I have never, in all my travels, met a mind like Holmes.
Nor has he, he says, met my equal. (29)
"I can see why you kept him near you. He's so...good, somehow. Naïve, yes, and
Gone With the Wind by Margaret Mitchell (In answer to your unspoken question, no, I have not yet finished re-reading it from last year...) and the Maisie Dobbs series by Jacqueline Winspear (Yet more blog posts I need to finalize!). So war can be/is an impetus for psychosocial evolution in certain areas. While I consider such change to be freeing overall, I do not consider war to be good!
he had no time for the interference of unnecessary standards. (35)
He no longer had to handicap himself severely in order to work for his victories.
I still have that set, and when I open it I can smell the ghost of the hay
that was being cut in a field below us, the day I beat him evenly for the first time. (41)
and I was to spend my life in exploration, not of the darker crannies of human misbehaviour,
That the two were not unrelated did not occur to me for years. (34)
by Holme's own hand,
I can understand why this book was nominated for the Agatha Award in 1994!
I am planning to read the second book in the series this week!
Have you read any historical mysteries?