The dead body of a young girl resurfaced after twenty years of being buried and suddenly the village people grew quiet. No one was willing to admit to anything. It seemed as though everyone in Birkbury had something to hide.
Chief Inspector Peter Hatherall and Detective Inspector Fiona Williams were assigned the case which led them to ask the question, "Who killed sixteen year old Jennifer?" Hatherall wanted to chalk it up to a random girl who had no connections to Birkbury but Williams felt differently. She was fascinated, intrigued and wanted to investigate further.
Numerous conducted interviews and evidence later revved up Hatherall's detective instincts. He was now certain that Jennifer's death had nothing to do with an outsider but in fact had everything to do with someone who was familiar with the area. Someone from the village. His main suspect; Mark Farley, the wealthy and charming husband and father. Hatherall, however, must be truthful with himself and decide if it's his instincts driving his suspicions or his past regrets and personal issues clouding his better judgement.
Let's be honest, I'm more of a romance junkie. Crime/Mystery *shrugs shoulders* I've heard of the genre, never been a die hard fan. Regardless I decided to give it a go and commit to the read. So happy I did. I hold no regrets. NONE. This novel had me hooked from Jenny's lifeless corpse said "Hello" to Frank Codrington on Graham Farley's inherited farm. (Did you see what I was trying to do there...no...okay, moving along).
The Skeletons of Birkbury had me drawing out my magnifying glass and dusty detective hat. I lived for the many twist and turns the author knitted and weaved into each chapter. I remembered making three intelligent predictions (I stress intelligent... it seemed that way at the time). You should have seen me putting clues together before the detectives themselves. Guess what? I was proven wrong each time. I guess I'm not cut out to be a good crime and mystery buster.
Speaking of good crime solvers, I thought that Hatherall and Williams made an awesome team. They trusted their guts and cracked the case wide open *cliche alert*.
As much as I enjoyed my read from the first page to the last word, we all know no book is a perfect saint. One major sin that proved unforgivable:
I get that the story was set in a village. A village filled with numerous families populating the area. On paper with the mention of so many characters, at times it was hard to remember who the character was and what relevance he/she had in the murder case.
In spite of this sin I loved it and would recommend this book to anyone who wants to get their Nancy Drew or Sherlock Holmes on. Thrilling plot and convincing story line. Discover the secrets buried in Birkbury today. Happy Reading!
-Chantol Aspinall
Chief Inspector Peter Hatherall and Detective Inspector Fiona Williams were assigned the case which led them to ask the question, "Who killed sixteen year old Jennifer?" Hatherall wanted to chalk it up to a random girl who had no connections to Birkbury but Williams felt differently. She was fascinated, intrigued and wanted to investigate further.
Numerous conducted interviews and evidence later revved up Hatherall's detective instincts. He was now certain that Jennifer's death had nothing to do with an outsider but in fact had everything to do with someone who was familiar with the area. Someone from the village. His main suspect; Mark Farley, the wealthy and charming husband and father. Hatherall, however, must be truthful with himself and decide if it's his instincts driving his suspicions or his past regrets and personal issues clouding his better judgement.
Let's be honest, I'm more of a romance junkie. Crime/Mystery *shrugs shoulders* I've heard of the genre, never been a die hard fan. Regardless I decided to give it a go and commit to the read. So happy I did. I hold no regrets. NONE. This novel had me hooked from Jenny's lifeless corpse said "Hello" to Frank Codrington on Graham Farley's inherited farm. (Did you see what I was trying to do there...no...okay, moving along).
The Skeletons of Birkbury had me drawing out my magnifying glass and dusty detective hat. I lived for the many twist and turns the author knitted and weaved into each chapter. I remembered making three intelligent predictions (I stress intelligent... it seemed that way at the time). You should have seen me putting clues together before the detectives themselves. Guess what? I was proven wrong each time. I guess I'm not cut out to be a good crime and mystery buster.
Speaking of good crime solvers, I thought that Hatherall and Williams made an awesome team. They trusted their guts and cracked the case wide open *cliche alert*.
As much as I enjoyed my read from the first page to the last word, we all know no book is a perfect saint. One major sin that proved unforgivable:
I get that the story was set in a village. A village filled with numerous families populating the area. On paper with the mention of so many characters, at times it was hard to remember who the character was and what relevance he/she had in the murder case.
In spite of this sin I loved it and would recommend this book to anyone who wants to get their Nancy Drew or Sherlock Holmes on. Thrilling plot and convincing story line. Discover the secrets buried in Birkbury today. Happy Reading!
-Chantol Aspinall
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