I like Kerry Greenwood’s Phryne Fisher Mysteries. I like the 1920s period detail, the rag tag characters, the fact the stories are set in Melbourne Australia and the humour that runs through the darkness of the crimes included in them.
Queen of the Flowers was no exception. This book takes you through Melbourne society – both high and low – in a whirl of snappy descriptions, and colourful situations that ooze with the warmth of human interactions (and the occasional elephant). It invites you to love Phryne for her sass and wit even as you acknowledge she is somewhat of a cliche. (The unconventional female of independant means.)
It gives you a fairly straightfoward set of mysteries that tie up neatly at the end, but it’s fast paced and a-buzz with characters so that you’re never bored. You hate the villans, love the rogues and swoon for the lovers, which is why I enjoyed reading it. And I thoroughly envy Ms Greenwood her use of language:
And Mr Butler shut the front door just as Molly, waking from a post-prandial nap in the asparagus bed, encountered her first elephant and entirely lost her poise.