I would like to know which ghost writer composed this particular mystery. AND I would like to know what recreational substance they were enjoying while writing.
I needed to keep returning to this book, to page through it, to remind myself if THAT many instances of ballyhoo and highjinx REALLY occurred here, or if I was actually thinking of a different book. Nope, it's all here! Mail scams, an unconscious postman, flying peacock feathers, an actual peacock strutting around and fleeing a crime scene, bronzed bird feet (supposedly an obvious copy of a peacock's, as if peacock feet are shaped differently than all other bird feet) . . .
The list goes on. Two car crashes, a purchase of new car, Southern hospitality*, a creepy attic, secret passage ways and a "ghost" . . . A class on stained glass making, tree climbing to escape an attacking dog, falling into an underground river and swimming to safety while wearing pajamas.
It still continues! A luncheon party, a little flirtation with a young man who is NOT Ned Nickerson, followed by a date with, yes, Ned Nickerson. A mother and daughter who have bought aforementioned "haunted" manor house, needing to comfort the mother who often goes into hysterics and faints, needing to support the daughter who is trying to say NO to a creep who keeps asking for a date. A mysterious neighbor who lives in a manor house surrounded by huge walls: If he is not hatching some evil plan, the community would like him to open his gates and host a frikkin Garden party, come on, man, don't be a loser.
*The "Southern hospitality" that is lavished about in this novel, supposedly placed somewhere in Virginia, is fake and sugar-coated. When Nancy and George navigate those underground tunnels, they happily mention things like, "Oh, the slaves used these to carry food between the kitchen and the manor house. This is not a good place to drop a giant turkey, lololol." The tone sweeps along like slaves were happy servants, glad to help their masters, yes ma'am and yes sir, what a beautiful day, we're so glad you take good care of us. But actually these days everyone needs to realize that slaves can be defined as "prisoners with jobs," and such a practice had no business happening so recently in history. It's horrid.
Nonetheless, there are No boring moments in this Nancy book. Aside from that one rankling blitheness about an ugly history, the plot is madcap and unlike any other I've read so far.