I really enjoyed this installment in the story. The story starts with a cartographer in CA right before WWI breaks out. He has purchased a large chunk of land that he feels has oil on it but he also loves the area. Fast forward to roughly 10 years later and his body is found in a battlefield b...
In another of Jacqueline Winspear’s excellent studies of post-World War I British society, Maisie Dobbs is seconded to Scotland Yard’s Special Branch to investigate threats to attack London with poison gas. As the New Year’s Eve deadline approaches, Maisie must search among former soldiers suffer...
The series is moving on, and there have been several important changes in Maisie's life. Fittingly, this volume leaves the War behind, and is moving into the 1930s. The rise of early fascist movements is important in this book, which points ominously to developments to come. This book has her ...
“Everything good has a dark side, even generosity. It can become overbearing, intimidating, even humiliating – and no one likes to think someone else is pulling the strings….”Elegy For Eddie is the ninth book in the Maisie Dobbs series by British-born American author, Jacqueline Winspear. Maisie ...
Is this series really ending? Say it's not so. I was looking forward to Maisie being somehow involved in World War II, the beginning of which is overshadowed in the 10th mystery in this wonderful series.Winspear takes her usual thoughtful, methodical, slow approach to Maisie Dobbs' crime solving ...
Well. This was a waste of time. I don't think there was an aspect of this book I did not hate. Starting from the holier-than-thou main character, to the non-existent mystery, to the amazing (not) resolution of the non-mystery, to the abrupt hundred pages worth of tedious flashback in the middle o...
Third in the Maisie Dobbs historical mystery series revolving around Maisie, a detective using meditation and psychology to solve her cases. This story takes place over the summer of 1930 in England and France.My TakeAnother pip from Winspear. It's hard to believe that Winspear is a contemporary ...
For months now I've been reading other bloggers' reviews of Jacqueline Winspear's Maisie Dobbs mysteries. Everyone likes them. So, I looked in the box of books given to me a while ago and found Messenger of Truth. This isn't the first in the series, but I don't usually have the opportunity to rea...
When I was recently invited to join a small book club under the auspices of something of a celebrity librarian where I live--she organizes successful events and authors readings, many of which I have attended over the years--I couldn't resist accepting. What kind of books might this small and int...
I know I've said this about the other Maisie Dobbs books but this really is my favorite so far. The mystery was very complex and interesting. We got to know more about Maisie family history. Maisie was able to release some of the pain of her past and embrace her future. And Pris was back.I always...
Six o’clock in the morning. When had she fallen asleep? She had stopped only to take a late supper of yet another bowl of Madame Thierry’s delicious soup, packed her suitcase for her departure the following day, and continued her task.The code used in the leather-bound journal had lacked the comp...
Putting her arms into the sleeves of her dressing gown as she walked towards the kitchen, she could already smell the pungent aroma of fresh coffee, with a hint of chicory. “Good morning.” Priscilla held up a coffeepot. “Luckily, I came prepared; I brought coffee from home...
MacFarlane was waiting at the bottom of the aircraft steps at Croydon Aerodrome. “They tell me Rome is very pleasant at this time of year, if you’ve the time and the money, and you seem to have enjoyed a few diversions on the way home.” “If you’re going to comment on my travel plans, I hope you’v...
to the moral or physical condition of the troops. —FIELD SERVICE POCKET BOOK,1914 It was after supper, after the plates had been washed and the fire banked for the night, after the collies had settled on a blanket in front of the stove—a privilege never allowed by Tom, who would have said mollyco...
Bishop’s guest house, and was met by her landlady as she stepped across the courtyard. “Had a nice day, Miss Dobbs? You look like you’ve caught a bit of sun again.” Mrs. Bishop smiled. “Care to join me in a glass of wine? I thought I would just sit out for five minutes and rest my legs, and then ...