Amelia Peabody and her vast and varied family face one of their final mysteries, when a woman gives them a cursed statue and demands they save her from the black affrit that's been haunting her. Of course, someone dies and there's a great deal of danger and early 20th century daring-do.
This is not really my type of book, so I suspect the hardcover made it into possession by way of my mom. This is definitely a Mom Book; there's danger, violence and romance without being shockingly graphic. One could call this a Beach Read, except the idea of sitting on the sand in the sun seems like a bad idea for the skin and the book, so I just don't "beach."
It seemed like this book took me approximately 50 billion years to finish. Every time I would attempt to read a few pages, I'd fall into a deep sleep. This book didn't precisely bore me, but a combination of the huge cast of characters - none of which I particularly cared about - and the deep descriptions of Egyptology and excavations created a sort of mental white noise while I was reading. I just couldn't absorb the story. Honestly, I can't really say if the mystery made any sense or not because the pieces just didn't coalesce as a plot for me. I felt like that internet Mom, trying to explain the Matrix and failing hilariously.