I really enjoyed the narrator of this novel, Nurse Amy Leatheran. I loved her honesty and willingness to retell the story as she remembered it. Sometimes her honesty made me smile, like her attitude toward the archeological dig:
But would you believe it, there was nothing to see but mud! Dirty mud walls about two feet high - and that's all there was to it. Mr. Carey took me here and there telling me things - how this was the great court... and all I thought was, "But how does he know?" though, of course, I was too polite to say so. I can tell you it was a disappointment! The whole excavation looked like nothing but mud to me ... my aunt's house in Cricklwood would have made a much more imposing ruin!
I appreciated her perspective, too, because at first I was feeling a little intimidated at not having a knowledge of much ancient history nor a particular interest in finding out about what the dig would turn up. Though the activity was important to the story, the story did not depend on the archeological theme.
Did that make sense? I'm a bit tired and befuddled.
In all, though, I did enjoy Nurse's point-of-view over the typical Hastings'.
Yet again, the murderer surprised me, and as always, I enjoyed the read.
:) Always with pleasure,
b.
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