“Heaven must be a place where the library is open twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.”
So speaks Flavia de Luce, a heroine after mine own heart: chemist; amateur sleuth; expert in poisons both rare and bog-standard; eleven-year-old girl. Flavia’s world is turned upside-down when she wanders into the garden one evening in 1950 and discovers something most unpleasant in the cucumber patch.