Tuesday, January 22, 2019

The Golden Tresses of the Dead


The Golden Tresses of the Dead by Alan Bradley (A Flavia deLuce novel)

     Ok, picture this. You’re at your sister’s wedding and as she takes the first cut in the wedding cake she finds a severed finger. No one else sees the finger, her sister is carried out of the hall and people are allowed to believe the poor bride was just overcome. The reception goes on and the cake is served. Yuck.
     Flavia and Dogger are the only other ones who saw the finger and after extracting it from the cake take on the task of solving the mystery of whose finger and who put it in the cake and why and when.
     This is pure Flavia. Following the death of her father she has inherited Buckshaw, their home, and has teamed up with Dogger, devoted friend of Flavia’s father, and now Flavia’s partner in their new detective business. To be honest, I thought Dogger’s powers of perception a little supernatural as he figures out whose finger it could be after a cursory look. Is anyone really that perceptive?? Maybe it’s just me.
     The mystery takes Flavia and Dogger into new territory but it’s her powers as a chemist specializing in poisons where she shines. Oh, and Flavia? She’s twelve years old.
     Now, I’ve said in my last blog post about a Flavia deLuce story that we aren’t giving her the due she deserves by delivering her to adults. Flavia needs to be read by our girls. If Flavia is twelve years old (and was much younger when we were introduced to her) then your twelve year old girls should be reading her.
     Please don’t think you are protecting your girls from the bad things out there by not letting them read about solving a murder. Let’s get real. What do they hear on their own, on their social media, on the television, in the movies, in the news? Let’s look at it another way. How about letting her read about a smart girl, one who embraces science, chemistry, deductive reasoning, persistance. You may have enjoyed Nancy Drew at that age, and yet you didn’t solve murders nor drive a roadster at twelve.
     Read a Flavia deLuce novel for yourself, of course, but please pass it on.

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