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And Queen Elizabeth I had a truce/alliance with Queen Titania

Reality hinges off on the point where Henry VIII makes a deal with Druids to aid in the break from Catholicism

Wait what? Havisham?

Despite the uninspired pattern of title and cover image, I like the audio narration! Does the publishing genre only have 1 person doing the cover art and title creation? We bargain!

Omg it’s a whodunnit, who is the dun and who did the dun, and also with cake recipes

Mrs Nilsson continues to be difficult and unpleasant, without any apparent motivation

Thank goodness for Reka Muller

I’m supposed to believe Xavier wears a 5 carat diamond pinky ring and keeps the diamond upside down? That would be like palming a marble 24/7

Is author seriously telling us that Nora walks 6 miles every day to work. In heels?

Good potential: vibrant lady characters
Tired trope: Angry mother stretched thin with financial worries is assigned with Villain status . It’s complicated because she also slut shames and is racist .
Tired trope: the hero character, among so many interesting women, is a teen boy. His character instead should be eldest daughter I believe. Women readers are supposed to want to hug and nourish him—- yawn

I’m beginning to move my reading tracker over to the Storygraph. My profile name there is wslockard

The entire continent has a network of insane asylums (two) and the same doctor manages all of them. Both.

Dang. The Great War.

Lol
“I was wondering if you could help us make a fire,” she says, “in the Lodge.”
He stares at her. He cannot imagine how nine people might not have the skills between them to set a fire.

The who-dunnit is laughingly complex. Yes we have a dead body, but we don’t know who it is yet, among the dozen characters! Many of them are pampered and wealthy. But suddenly my heart is won because the character named Emma is disappointed by a “rather limp raspberry pavlova” for dessert and now I’m sincerely hoping she’s not the dead one

I am at the age where my preferred books have maps on the front pages???

"You are on the wrong side of history."

"I have the data right here." C.L. patted their chest.
"You memorized it?"
"No, of course not. That's insane. I uploaded it to my shirt."

"I learned Atomic Age English from historical romances. Nobody asks questions when a woman watches ancient love stories about heterosexuality."

"This guy is a shitstain of epic proportions."

"Let's get a paper and see who's playing."

And now I was here, feeling almost as shitty as I used to when I was murdering people with my friends.

"Cone of silence, okay?"

"You change a man's mind by showing him a good time."

She'd found a seat next to an elderly man with hamster-sized muttonchops, who kept glancing at her as if she were a radish come inexplicably and irritatingly to life.

The morning after I came out to Aseel and Soph as a traveler, I navigated between a headache, yet another carriage full of ostriches, and monumental chunks of Ferris wheel to reach the Algerian Theater.

No shack, no tappers, nothing. With training, a person could use stones to pound the Machine interface and return to their present. ... To go further, I took the Machines at Raqmu and Attirampakkam, discovered thousands of years ago. (= useful for people unskilled at rhythmic rock pounding, if needing to travel BCE...)

"Miners had stumbled on the Flin Flon Time Machine only fifteen years before, making it the most recently discovered of the five known Machines. That meant travelers who used Flin Flon to go back further than 1878 found themselves alone on a rocky outcropping next to a beautiful lake.

Nancy smiled and said in a coaxing manner, "It's no use, Luke. There's too much evidence against you---your knowledge of the mechanism that opens the trap door, your leaving the trunk open after you took the sheet out of it, the bronze peacock's foot strapped to your own shoes---and lost in the mud--------"
"Don't say any more!" Luke begged. "I don't know how you found out all those things."