Thrice the Brinded Cat Hath Mew'd
A Flavia de Luce Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
It's Christmastime, and twelve-year-old Flavia de Luce is sailing home to England. But she is greeted with unfortunate news: her father has fallen ill. Only too eager to run an errand, Flavia delivers a message to a reclusive wood-carver--whose body she...
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It's Christmastime, and twelve-year-old Flavia de Luce is sailing home to England. But she is greeted with unfortunate news: her father has fallen ill. Only too eager to run an errand, Flavia delivers a message to a reclusive wood-carver--whose body she finds hanging upside down. His cat shows little interest in the disturbing scene. Flavia is energized at the prospect of a new investigation.
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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • Hailed as "a combination of Eloise and Sherlock Holmes" by The Boston Globe, Flavia de Luce returns in a Christmas mystery from award-winning author Alan Bradley.In spite of being ejected from Miss Bodycote's Female Academy in Canada, twelve-year-old Flavia de Luce is excited to be sailing home to England. But instead of a joyous homecoming, she is greeted on the docks with unfortunate news: Her father has fallen ill, and a hospital visit will have to wait while he rests. But with Flavia's blasted sisters and insufferable cousin underfoot, Buckshaw now seems both too empty-and not empty enough. Only too eager to run an errand for the vicar's wife, Flavia hops on her trusty bicycle, Gladys, to deliver a message to a reclusive wood-carver. Finding the front door ajar, Flavia enters and stumbles upon the poor man's body hanging upside down on the back of his bedroom door. The only living creature in the house is a feline that shows little interest in the disturbing scene. Curiosity may not kill this cat, but Flavia is energized at the prospect of a new investigation. It's amazing what the discovery of a corpse can do for one's spirits. But what awaits Flavia will shake her to the very core.
Praise for Thrice the Brinded Cat Hath Mew'd
"Mystery fans seeking novels of wit, an immersive English countryside setting, and rich characterizations will be rewarded with this newest entry in the award-winning series."-Library Journal (starred review)
"There is such a thing as willing suspension of disbelief brought on by sheer outlandish charm, and that's what [Alan] Bradley and some delicious writing have tapped."-London Free Press
"Flavia's first-person narration reveals her precocious intellect as well as her youthful vulnerability."-Shelf Awareness
"Flavia is once again a fun, science-loving protagonist. . . . This series entry ends on a note that begs for the next story."-Library Reads
"An eleven-year-old prodigy with an
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astonishing mind for chemistry and a particular interest in poisons."-The Strand Magazine (Five of the Best Historical Heroines)
"Bradley's preteen heroine comes through in the end with a series of deductions so clever she wants to hug herself. So will you."-Kirkus Reviews
"Bradley's preteen heroine comes through in the end with a series of deductions so clever she wants to hug herself. So will you."-Kirkus Reviews
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One The winter rain slashes at my face like icy razor blades, but I don t care. I dig my chin deep into the collar of my mackintosh, put my head down, and push on against the buffeting of the furious wind.
I am cycling madly towards the village of Bishop s Lacey, fleeing hordes of Hell s hobgoblins.
The past twenty-four hours have been a nightmare. All I can think about is getting away from Buckshaw.
Gladys s wheels groan horribly beneath us. The biting cold has penetrated her steel bones and seized the tendons of her brake cables. She judders wickedly on the slick tarmac, threatening to skid off the road entirely and pitch me into the icy ditch.
I want to scream into the wind, but I don t. One of us, at least, must keep her wits about her.
I try to put my thoughts in order.
In spite of having been banished to Canada and then re-banished back home from Miss Bodycote s Female Academy in what may or may not have been double disgrace I have to admit that I had been looking forward to being reunited with my family: Father; my two elder sisters, Feely and Daffy; our cook and housekeeper, Mrs. Mullet; and most of all, Dogger, Father s general factotum and all-round right-hand man.
As every traveler does on an Atlantic crossing, I had daydreamed about my return to England. Father, Feely, and Daffy would be at the docks to greet me, of course, and perhaps even Aunt Felicity would put in an appearance. Welcome Home Flavia banners would be waved, a few discreet balloons, and all that sort of thing. Discreet of course, because, like myself, none of us de Luces wear our hearts on our sleeves.
But when the ship berthed finally at Southampton, there had been only Dogger standing motionless in the rain beneath a dark umbrella.
With the strangeness that comes of separation, I had offered him my hand, rather than giving him the crushing bear hug that was in my heart. I regretted this at once, but it was too late: The moment had passed and the
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opportunity was wasted.
I m afraid I must be the bearer of rather bad news, Miss Flavia, Dogger had said. Colonel de Luce has been taken ill. He is in hospital with pneumonia.
Father? In hospital? In Hinley?
I m afraid so.
We must go to him at once, I said. What time will we be there?
We still had a long journey ahead of us, Dogger explained. The five-twenty boat train from Southampton would take us up to London and to Waterloo Station, where, just after seven in the evening, we would have to change to a taxicab for a dash across the city to another train at another station.
We would not reach Doddingsley until late in the evening, and would not arrive at Bishop s Lacey, Hinley, and the hospital until even later. By then, visiting hours would be long over.
Surely Dr. Darby I said.
But Dogger gave his head a sad shake, and it was not until that moment that I realized how grave Father s situation must be.
Dogger was not the kind of person who would tell you that everything would be all right when he knew perfectly well that it would not. His silence said everything.
Although there had been so much to say, we had spoken little in the train. Each of us had stared out blank-faced through the rain-streaked glass at a rushing landscape that seemed in the gathering twilight to be the color of old bruises.
From time to time I glanced at Dogger, but found that I could no longer decipher his face.
Dogger had suffered horribly with Father in a Japanese prison camp during the war, and still, from time to time, experienced flashbacks of such terrifying intensity that they left him little more than a weak, whimpering c
I m afraid I must be the bearer of rather bad news, Miss Flavia, Dogger had said. Colonel de Luce has been taken ill. He is in hospital with pneumonia.
Father? In hospital? In Hinley?
I m afraid so.
We must go to him at once, I said. What time will we be there?
We still had a long journey ahead of us, Dogger explained. The five-twenty boat train from Southampton would take us up to London and to Waterloo Station, where, just after seven in the evening, we would have to change to a taxicab for a dash across the city to another train at another station.
We would not reach Doddingsley until late in the evening, and would not arrive at Bishop s Lacey, Hinley, and the hospital until even later. By then, visiting hours would be long over.
Surely Dr. Darby I said.
But Dogger gave his head a sad shake, and it was not until that moment that I realized how grave Father s situation must be.
Dogger was not the kind of person who would tell you that everything would be all right when he knew perfectly well that it would not. His silence said everything.
Although there had been so much to say, we had spoken little in the train. Each of us had stared out blank-faced through the rain-streaked glass at a rushing landscape that seemed in the gathering twilight to be the color of old bruises.
From time to time I glanced at Dogger, but found that I could no longer decipher his face.
Dogger had suffered horribly with Father in a Japanese prison camp during the war, and still, from time to time, experienced flashbacks of such terrifying intensity that they left him little more than a weak, whimpering c
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Autoren-Porträt von Alan Bradley
Alan Bradley
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Alan Bradley
- 2017, Internationale Ausgabe, 352 Seiten, Maße: 10,6 x 17,5 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Dell
- ISBN-10: 0425286630
- ISBN-13: 9780425286630
- Erscheinungsdatum: 07.03.2017
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Mystery fans seeking novels of wit, an immersive English countryside setting, and rich characterizations will be rewarded with this newest entry in the award-winning series. Library Journal (starred review)There is such a thing as willing suspension of disbelief brought on by sheer outlandish charm, and that s what [Alan] Bradley and some delicious writing have tapped. London Free Press
Flavia s first-person narration reveals her precocious intellect as well as her youthful vulnerability. Shelf Awareness
Flavia is once again a fun, science-loving protagonist. . . . This series entry ends on a note that begs for the next story. Library Reads
An eleven-year-old prodigy with an astonishing mind for chemistry and a particular interest in poisons. The Strand Magazine (Five of the Best Historical Heroines)
Bradley s preteen heroine comes through in the end with a series of deductions so clever she wants to hug herself. So will you. Kirkus Reviews
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