Sub-titled ‘A Dottie Manderson Mystery’, this is the first in a series, and introduces the eponymous heroin through a fascinating tale set in England in the 1930s.
This ‘cosy crime’ novel, with its measure of burgeoning romance, is a good read; something to entertain and satisfy in front of a burning log fire in the dark days of winter.
The main protagonists are sympathetically drawn; a down-on-his-luck policeman, and a young woman who would previously have been described as a debutante and who works as a part time model in the fashion trade. The other characters are all equally well put together by this author who clearly likes her players as varied and interesting people.
For me, as an elderly chap, there was a fraction too much of the dress and society scene, but many women enjoy such details and they certainly didn’t mar my enjoyment.
The story begins with an intriguing discovery that not only introduces the crime but cleverly sheds significant insight into the character of the heroine. She’s shy but remarkably determined and courageous. Her overbearing mother is an ever-present reminder of days thankfully now past.
The settings and period detail are excellent and give the book a real feel of the age and the differing strata of society as they were back then.
The denouement is swift, tense and satisfying. And the tease of the final chapter opens a whole range of possibilities for the further adventures of a young woman who seeks a life entirely at odds with that envisaged for her by her ambitious mother. An enjoyable read.
[Any review is a personal opinion. No reviewer can represent the view of anyone else. The best we can manage is an honest reaction to any given book.]