Welcome to Litsy!

Widowed Lily Adler is just trying to get back into society when a young blackmailer is found murdered at her friend‘s ball. And she is desperate to see justice done.

This was a really sweet cozy mystery. All of the characters felt fleshed out, the setting was well done, & the pacing was great. I did predict the culprit, but the mystery kept me guessing on motives. Definitely going to put a hold on the next one! 🌕🌕🌕🌕🌑

*my daily excuse* 🦄

*almost always thinking sad and poetic thoughts*

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Decent debut historical mystery set in colonial Fiji dealing with the complicated and corrupted indentured servant system where European land owners used Indian indentured servants in their plantations in Fiji. The investigation is lead by an Indian Sikh and explores (maybe not enough) of his feelings in this environment and the inherent racism. Not perfect, but series has promise. #bookspinbingo #bookspin 😊

This was good. Set in Fiji in 1914. The setting was interesting because I didn't know anything about it, especially Indian people who were indentured servants on the plantations there.

In 1914, an indentured Indian woman disappears from a plantation in #Fiji. The mystery here has a satisfying conclusion but could be a bit better constructed, and the backstory is inserted in a clunky way. But this is a good choice for #ReadingOceania2024, as it shows the social structure and impacts of colonialism quite well.

This was pretty slow-moving, but it was better than I expected. I didn‘t like the first book I read by this author (can‘t currently recall the title), but I decided to give this a try, anyway. Wow, those twins… something a little (a lot) wrong in their heads. Did not like the twins at all. In fact, none of the characters were particularly likable (oh, Ama‘s likable, but that‘s about it; felt really bad for her, actually). But the story was ok.

But how could this be?

We leave, we leave, we leave. We always leave. It is in our blood to leave.

But perhaps it's also in our blood to return.

Why did we ever believe home could only be one place? When existing in these bodies means holding many worlds within us. At last, we see.

We listen to our classmates say, my grandfather, father, and brother all went to this college but besides that, I REALLY didn't have a leg up. Try not to roll our eyes to the back of our heads.

[We spend] two thousand eight hundred and eighty hours over the course of four years in art classes.... this means we must also spend four years of our lives rolling our eyes at dance majors pirouetting atop lunch tables, drama students monologuing before answering questions in Pre-Calc, and instrumental music majors barging into class playing the intro to "Careless Whisper" by George Michael on their saxophones.

One of my purchases from holiday.