Just finished reading my very first Flavia de Luce, The Sweetness At The Bottom Of The Pie. Had it around the house for simply ages, and like so many books I buy because someone in here recommends them, I let it dry out in my bookshelves among many other gems kept by for another day. Am a tetch paranoid about running out of books, which I used to do back in Elementary School days, causing me to run about the neighborhood knocking on doors and begging to borrow anything they could spare. I even, in my desperation, read a whole encyclopedia of World War I which had been my grandfathers; I swear. In those days, I could read (and retain) faster than I could run, and that was pretty fast. Nowadays, I seem to have slowed down to a crawl in both departments. I find myself reading a paragraph over several times to make sure I am taking it all in, and that is time consuming. Then the old eyes water up and start itching to beat the band, and am forced to put the book aside for a bit of shuteye, which quickly turns into an old crone nap. Scheesch, but I really do not like Old Age.
Anyway, I won't crave any Flavia de Luce for a while yet, but I did enjoy her escapades enough that I ordered the next three in the series from Thriftbooks.