This morning’s fog made me think of White is for Witching. The way the dense clouds hang over the neighbourhood, obscuring the hill behind and the houses perched on it. There is a strange quietness today, partly due to the holiday, but I’d like to think that the fog has something to do with it. Imagine living on that hill behind, and waking up most mornings, wondering if you’re living in the clouds.
In a sense, there was an eerie quietness about White is for Witching, where the borders of reality faded in and out, and so does the narration, which blends and bleeds into each others’ voices.
This is quite a difficult book to review, so I’m going to point you over to Eva’s review, which inspired me to read White is For Witching.
As for Sweetness, I’d say that I’m probably one of the last few people to have read this book, so everything that was needed to be said, has already been said. But I’d add that as a reader who seldom reads crime/mystery novels, this was a fun read with a quirky young detective with a passion for poisons, and I’m looking forward to reading more of Flavia’s exploits!
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