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I got the book for Christmas and had such high hopes. I hate to speak ill of any novel. Novels are hard. I've tried my hand at writing just about everything and nothing is harder than a novel. (The challenge is the middle, which is sort of like cross-continental travel. It just goes on for so long and an inexpert pilot can easily lose her way or, worse yet, crash.) It pains me, therefore, to say that Death Comes to Pemberly wasn't my favorite. James channels Austen very well. In fact, maybe she channels her a little too well. The language is very Austen and so is the buttoned-down morality and middle-class respectability, but in a mystery we want tension and seediness. In Austen we want satire. There's not a lot of either. If you must read about Elizabeth Bennett trying to tough it up in her snarky-smart way, you'd be better off reading Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, which is 70% Austen and 30% Seth Grahame-Smith. At least there you have martial arts and grim zombie hunters.
More mystery reviews to come. What are you liking these days?