As Chimney Sweepers Come to Dust: A Flavia de Luce Novel
NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER
Flavia de Luce—“part Harriet the secret agent, half Violet Baudelaire from Lemony Snicket’s A sequence of unlucky Events” (The long island occasions publication Review)—takes her extraordinary sleuthing prowess to the abruptly unsavory global of Canadian boarding colleges within the beautiful new secret from New York occasions bestselling writer Alan Bradley.
Banished! is how twelve-year-old Flavia de Luce laments her drawback, while her father and Aunt Felicity send her off to overlook Bodycote’s lady Academy, the boarding institution that her mom, Harriet, as soon as attended around the sea in Canada. The sunlight has now not but risen on Flavia’s first day in captivity whilst a present lands at her toes. Flavia being Flavia, a budding chemist and sleuth, that present is a charred and mummified physique, which tumbles out of a bed room chimney. Now, whereas attending periods, making associates (and enemies), and assessing the school’s stern headmistress and school (one of whom is an acquitted murderess), Flavia is at the hunt for the victim’s identification and time of demise, in addition to suspects, factors, and ability. Rumors swirl that pass over Bodycote’s is haunted, and that a number of women have disappeared with out a hint. by way of fixing a number of mysteries, Flavia is as much as the task—but her actual future has but to be revealed.
Praise for As Chimney Sweepers Come to Dust
“Flavia de Luce [is] maybe modern crime fiction’s most unusual character—to say she is Pippi Longstocking with a Ph.D. in chemistry (speciality: poisons) slightly starts to explain her.”—Maclean’s
“Another deal with for readers of every age . . . [As Chimney Sweepers Come to Dust] continues the excessive criteria Bradley set from the start.”—Booklist
“Exceptional . . . [The] fascinating setup in simple terms will get larger, and Bradley makes pass over Bodycote’s a certainly Gothic atmosphere for Flavia’s sleuthing. via all of it, her morbid narrative voice keeps to charm.”—Publishers Weekly (starred review)
“Even finally those years, Flavia de Luce remains to be the world’s maximum adolescent British chemist/busybody/sleuth.”—The Seattle Times
“Plot twists come quicker than Canadian snow fall. . . . Bradley’s experience of remark is as willing as gung-ho scientist Flavia’s. . . . the implications up to now are seven glowing Flavia de Luce mysteries.”—Library Journal
“A damn reliable ‘girls’ personal event’ yarn with an intensive solid of characters and suspects . . . while all is printed, the hyperlinks, misunderstandings and secrecy have a delightful click.”—Winnipeg loose Press
“A pleasant installment within the series!”—LibraryReads
Acclaim for Alan Bradley’s cherished Flavia de Luce novels, winners of the Crime Writers’ organization Debut Dagger Award, Barry Award, Agatha Award, Macavity Award, Dilys Winn Award, and Arthur Ellis Award
“If ever there have been a sleuth who’s daring, impressive, and, certain, lovable, it’s Flavia de Luce.”—USA Today
“This idiosyncratic younger heroine maintains to charm.”—The Wall road Journal
“Delightful . . . a mix of Eloise and Sherlock Holmes.”—The Boston Globe
From the Hardcover edition.
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