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I tried a murder mystery which was not written by Christie or Doyle and enjoyed it very much. I liked the idea of the locked room murder und how cheeky journalist Rouletabille tries to solve the case. There are funny scenes as well, e.g. when Rouletabille climbs a tree to eavesdrop and finds the investigating inspector already in the tree. 🤪 And halfway through the book I realized the author did write The Phantom of the Opera. 🙈

Trying to get hold of my actual book piles - yep, there‘s more than one (and more than the two ins this picture) - and the virtual ones. I am switching from one to the other.

#AboutABook #SetOnIsland still on my TBR , I love this cover ! King Bendigo is so rich , he has his own island, named , of course, Bendigo island. 🙄😁

I don‘t generally get along with impossible crime mysteries, and this was unfortunately no exception. I preferred the supernatural explanation. Also the “romance” between Rogan and Sherry made my skin crawl (which is why this is a Pan raher than a So-so).

Started out slow, ended with a bang. Hated most of the characters, but they made great antagonists.

3.25⭐️

#botm #lockedroommystery #52bookclub24

I started this a few weeks ago but it was a bit frustrating so I dropped it for a couple other books. I had a couple hours left on it and figured “what the heck, let‘s bash it out for the finished total.” Honestly, this book is a very HARD pass. It‘s advertisement of “cozy mystery” is anything but that. With lots of abbreviated triggers (SA, R, DV, to name a few) this really fell short of coziness. A modern spin on Orient Express. 2 ⭐️

An old seaside mansion. Dark gothic atmosphere. An exotic setting. Sinister locked-room mystery. Depraved and broken characters. A public prosecutor in search of the truth. Unreliable narrators.
Japan, unsettled nation during the aftermath of WWII. Multiple elaborate murders. Elegant, refined prose. An outstanding translation.
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Two months passed. It was well into autumn. The air was crisp and cool, and the leaves of the Japanese maples had turned the brilliant crimson of a geisha's painted lips. On the grounds of Tokyo University Medical School, in the neighborhood of the pond made famous by Natsume Soseki's novel Sanshiro, a tall, remarkably good-looking youth was loitering about gazing at the scenery.

"Really, it is. But tell me, who is the murderer?"

"I can't talk about that right now." Tsunetaro sounded nervous, as if someone might be listening in.

"Why is that? Oh, I see, now that you mention it, this really isn't the sort of thing you can discuss on the telephone. Where are you now, at Peony? I'll come to meet you right away."
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What will happen now? ?