As you most of you know, I love a good mystery. So when Rachel Heffington asked me to be an influencer reader for her newest novel, ANON, SIR, ANON, I was bubbling with excitement!
Yet, beneath the excitement I wondered--despite Heffington's excellent story-telling abilities--would she deliver a good mystery?
The 12:55 out of Darlington brought more than Orville Farnham's niece; murder was passenger.
In coming to Whistlecreig, Genevieve Langley expected to find an ailing uncle in need of gentle care. In reality, her charge is a cantankerous Shakespearean actor with a penchant for fencing and an affinity for placing impossible bets.When a body shows up in a field near Whistlecreig Manor and Vivi is the only one to recognize the victim, she is unceremoniously baptized into the art of crime-solving: a field in which first impressions are seldom lasting and personal interest knocks at the front door.Set against the russet backdrop of a Northamptonshire fog, Anon, Sir, Anon cuts a cozy path to a chilling crime.
I'm not quite sure what I was expecting from this book, but I was certainly surprised to find a warm, cozy theme winding its way through Whistlecreig's countryside. There were foxes, there were warm cups of tea on chilly nights. There were golden afternoons, forest walks, crackling fires, and scones.
But in the midst of all this whimsy, there was murder.
From the opening line, I was hooked. Farnham is one of the most memorable characters in all the books I've read this year, and I absolutely loved his and Vivi's interaction together. The heroes were each so very endearing, and the mystery itself--well, I was stumped!
And while much of the dialogue is playful banter, the murder is never taken lightly--something I appreciated in Heffington's writing. In many ways, I felt as though I was reading a human version of The Mistmantle Chronicles, or perhaps The Wind in the Willows. ANON, SIR, ANON captured that same delightful, whimsical feel.
I recommend this book to lovers of P. G. Woodhouse and Agatha Christie--but beware! Once invested in this book, you just might find yourself developing a desire to visit the golden countryside of Whistlecreig, and a yearning to quote some Shakeskeare.
I do hope you'll look for ANON, SIR, ANON this coming November!