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Part of me can't believe I'm giving up on a series with a smart female sleuth set in the 1920s and dealing with the aftermath of WWI. But multiple elements of this mystery plot were annoyingly transparent; the book felt like a slog to the moment when Maisie's mysterious mystical revelations would finally get her to the point that basic observation gets the reader in much less time. And Maisie's odd practice of mystery-solving cum client therapy continues to feel odd to me. Ditto her anachronistic-seeming vaguely-yogic practice. Pilates are even prescribed for a character in this one. While that's not strictly anachronistic, it's certainly contrived. Aside from the few moments when people are breaking into Cockney song (great fun) the tone of this one never seems to quite reach plausibility. Everyone talks about their feelings! To someone who's read a lot of fiction/memoir of the post-WWI period, this is very strange. Little details are also irritating. In both novels, now, Maisie or her teacher has used some version of solvitur ambulando... but in English, despite both of them allegedly knowing Latin. In heaven's name, why? I don't understand, and I care progressively less about Maisie, I'm afraid.