I Am Half-Sick of Shadows (Flavia de Luce Mystery, Book 4)
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It’s Christmastime, and Flavia de Luce—an eleven-year-old sleuth with a keenness for chemistry—is tucked away in her laboratory, whipping up a concoction to ensnare Saint Nick. yet she is quickly distracted whilst a movie staff arrives at Buckshaw, the de Luces’ decaying English property, to shoot a film starring the famed Phyllis Wyvern. Amid a raging snowfall, the total village of Bishop’s Lacey gathers at Buckshaw to monitor Wyvern practice, but no one is ready for the evening’s stunning end: a physique stumbled on strangled to loss of life with a size of movie. yet who one of the assembled visitors could level one of these chilling scene? because the typhoon worsens and the checklist of suspects grows, Flavia needs to ferret out a killer hidden in simple sight.
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