16.02.18
I wouldn't normally start reading a series on the twelfth book but this seemed intriguing and accessible when I flicked through it at the library. And it was, from a historical point of view, sending me off to find out more about 1665 London. And it didn't matter that I'd not read the books that came before because the main character had no personality, actually a relief after the soapy Elly Griffiths stories. Rather a confusing array of suspects but unusual and diverting, if ultimately forgettable.
