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Black is the Colour of My True-Love's Heart Author: Singers and musicians are gathered for a course in folk music that will occupy a weekend in the fantastic country mansion called Follymead. Most come only to sing or to listen, but one or two have non-musical scores to settle. When brilliantly talented Liri Palmer sings ? Black, black, black is the color of my true-love?s heart!" she clearly has... more »
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Thomas F. (hardtack) - FL reviewed Black is the Colour of My True-Love's Heart on + 167 more book reviews
Ellis Peters did it to me again.
I assembled a small list of suspects for the death that eventually occurs. Then, while reading the novel, Peters briefly mentions something that immediately causes me to leap ahead and understand that the relationship between two of the characters isn't what she has been painting.
For those of us who read hundreds, if not thousands, of mysteries, such a leap is self-gratifying. Almost as if we were the police detective solving the case.
So, with my ego feeling well satisfied with itself, I immediately proceeded to overlook the implications of this relationship and did not see that the solution to the mystery was handed to me on a silver platter.
So when the real killer is finally revealed, I had one of those "WHAT? DUH! Slap yourself on the forehead" moments.
This is why I love her novels.
I assembled a small list of suspects for the death that eventually occurs. Then, while reading the novel, Peters briefly mentions something that immediately causes me to leap ahead and understand that the relationship between two of the characters isn't what she has been painting.
For those of us who read hundreds, if not thousands, of mysteries, such a leap is self-gratifying. Almost as if we were the police detective solving the case.
So, with my ego feeling well satisfied with itself, I immediately proceeded to overlook the implications of this relationship and did not see that the solution to the mystery was handed to me on a silver platter.
So when the real killer is finally revealed, I had one of those "WHAT? DUH! Slap yourself on the forehead" moments.
This is why I love her novels.
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