A few months ago, I don’t remember exactly how or where (though I am pretty sure it was during the many discussions of the puppies and the Hugos), it was brought to my attention that the author of the Brother Cadfael novels was, in fact, a woman.
On impulse, the next time I happened to visit the one remaining used bookstore within fifty miles, I bought over half a dozen of the Cadfael Chronicles, thinking it was about time I read at least one of the books that helped popularize historical mysteries.
Unfortunately, by then I was suffering form the most horrific reading slump known to woman, and so the books have been languishing in the many peaks and ridges of ye olde TBR Cordillera.
On Saturday, I grabbed the first title and didn’t let go until I was done.
So here it is, my first TBR Challenge review of 2016.¹
A Morbid Taste for Bones, by Ellis Peters
I am not exactly sure how I had managed to keep myself innocent of all things Brother Cadfael. I mean, I knew that there was a television series, apparently very good, but that was pretty much it.
Now, I’m kicking myself over and over–what. an. idiot! I’ve been, not reading these novels!
Here’s the blurb, from my battered paper copy: