{"id":7212,"date":"2015-04-25T09:46:36","date_gmt":"2015-04-25T13:46:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.lettersandsodas.com\/books\/?p=7212"},"modified":"2015-04-25T09:46:36","modified_gmt":"2015-04-25T13:46:36","slug":"as-chimney-sweepers-come-to-dust-by-alan-bradleydelacorte-press-random-house-2015","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/as-chimney-sweepers-come-to-dust-by-alan-bradleydelacorte-press-random-house-2015\/","title":{"rendered":"As Chimney Sweepers Come to Dust by Alan BradleyDelacorte Press (Random House), 2015"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This is the seventh Flavia de Luce mystery, and while I still like this series featuring the young chemistry prodigy\/sleuth, this book is not my favorite. I enjoyed it, but Flavia is set adrift in this book, and, as a reader, I felt like I was too. It&#8217;s hard to write about this book without being a little spoiler-y about some of the events\/revelations of the last book, so if you&#8217;re reading this series but you&#8217;re not caught up, you might want to stop reading now.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s now 1951, and twelve-year-old Flavia is shipped off to Canada, to go to the same all-girls boarding school her mother attended. From the events of the last book, it&#8217;s clear that this is not an entirely ordinary boarding school, in a way that&#8217;s reminiscent of Gail Carriger&#8217;s Finishing School series. But where the Finishing School books are intentionally over-the-top (and are set in a steampunk Victorian world with vampires and werewolves), the Flavia books are set in our world (albeit with more dead bodies in Flavia&#8217;s small village than would be credible). The not-entirely-ordinary-boarding-school plot thread feels a bit odd\/out of place\/confusing. I mean: Flavia is told that her mother was a member of a secret society of spies (?) and is sent off to Canada with no more information than a code phrase and the knowledge that she&#8217;s likely to receive the same kind of training her mother did. She doesn&#8217;t know who else at the school is part of the society and who isn&#8217;t; she doesn&#8217;t know who to trust.<\/p>\n<p>And the question of trust becomes important rather quickly: on Flavia&#8217;s first night at the school, a dead body is accidentally dislodged from the chimney in her room. Of course, she&#8217;s determined to figure out the corpse&#8217;s identity and circumstances of death. But there are false starts and red herrings, and meanwhile Flavia&#8217;s also trying to figure out what&#8217;s what at school, while also contending with her homesickness. <\/p>\n<p>The book is fun and funny in the same way the others in the series are: Flavia is hilariously bold about sneaking into places she shouldn&#8217;t be, and there are some great bits of dialogue with adults, like when a Canadian immigration officer asks Flavia &#8220;the purpose of [her] visit&#8221; and she says, &#8220;Penal colony&#8221; (17). I would have liked more of a vivid sense of Flavia&#8217;s school life\/the other girls&#8212;there&#8217;s a bunch of that at the beginning but it rather gets swept to the side as details about the body start to emerge. There is a great scene involving ghost stories and a Ouija board, though, and I quite liked this description of one of Flavia&#8217;s classmates: &#8220;Pinkham stood paused in the doorway, and just for an instant she looked like a girl in a painting by Vermeer: as if she were constructed entirely of light&#8221; (122). <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This is the seventh Flavia de Luce mystery, and while I still like this series featuring the young chemistry prodigy\/sleuth, this book is not my favorite. I enjoyed it, but Flavia is set adrift in this book, and, as a reader, I felt like I was too. It&#8217;s hard to write about this book without [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7212","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-fiction"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7212","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7212"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7212\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7212"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7212"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7212"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}