I read this for a book club (our first virtual meeting), so I'm just going to tidy up my personal notes a bit and leave that as my review.
Tells you what food to serve for the bookclub in the very first paragraph! How convenient. Especially since I don't actually have to serve any of that, since it's virtual. That does preclude actually throwing that food at anyone, though, so not quite as fun as in the book.
I hear it in my head being narrated with a fake British accent.
This Duke fellow is either going to be killed, or is the love interest of the protagonist.
Charles Townshend, 2nd Viscount Townshend, KG, PC, FRS (/ˈtaʊnzənd/; 18 April 1674 – 21 June 1738) was an English Whig statesman. He served for a decade as Secretary of State for the Northern Department, 1714–1717, 1721–1730. He directed British foreign policy in close collaboration with his brother-in-law, prime minister Robert Walpole. He was often known as Turnip Townshend because of his strong interest in farming turnips and his role in the British Agricultural Revolution.
"Smother her with a book"??
"As she was neither a leopard nor a grizzly bear at the Tower of London, she took offense at his tone." Huh?
"No house party that contained a murdered corpse could be described as a complete success."
"she wasn't a damp parsnip with no understanding of the natural world"
"noodle-headed nodcocks"
At 74% mark: it is [one of three characters, one of whom did turn out to be the killer, but there were at least two other characters I was plausibly suspecting could be the one, so not too obvious then].
fus·tian
/ˈfəsCHən/
noun: fustian
1. thick, durable twilled cloth with a short nap, usually dyed in dark colors.
2. pompous or pretentious speech or writing.
Bea never did actually announce "whodunnit", the windup to that point caused a confession. Was this all part of the plan? Did Bea not actually know whodunnit, and she was just bluffing? She did have a tendency to throw herself into a conversation without having worked out in advance what her story would be, and making it up as she went along, so it's not impossible.
Bea could speak up for herself in any situation which Aunt Vera hadn't trained her for; she lost her voice in ordinary situations. This, I theorize, was why she found the experience of investigating a murder more thrilling and liberating than intimidating; she could shrug off the years and years of training from Aunt Vera on how one was to behave, since Aunt Vera hadn't told her what to do (or not do) in the presence of a murdered corpse.
...and that was that. All in all, while I doubt it will turn me into a regular "cozy" reader, it was entertaining, in a kind of fluffy way. Odd that a murder is the plot device around which such a genre is based. Perhaps the dark subject allows the rest of the tale to be more purely gossipy, without the need to be gritty. Or maybe it's just that Agatha Christie sent them down that path and that is the archetype all these stories are building on.
All in all, if like me you are not a "cozy" reader but are curious as to what that genre is about, this was an entirely painless and even enjoyable introduction.