When I entered Armand Beasley’s library that night for what would be the first and last time, it inspired the awe I always felt in the presence of a great mass of books. The myriad shelves held a wealth of volumes, each with its own subtle secrets and echoes of the past, and I was humbled to realise that I would only ever know a minute fraction of them in my lifetime.
But on that night I also got an inkling of the horrors books can hold, the spine-tingling evil of any truly good thing gone bad. For under Beasley’s gilded morocco spines and original dust jackets lurked deadly secrets – one of which nearly sent me to the great library in the sky.
“A brilliant literary mystery – the best kind. Julie Kaewert’s latest work is an unusual who-done-it, a British cozy successfully written by an American author. Readers have an opportunity to get a glimpse into the legitimate and illicit world of British and book collecting while observing an intellectual amateur sleuth struggling to solve a case. This dichotomy is brilliantly blended together into a mesmerizing reading experience. Rating = 10″
“A must buy for bibliomystery collectors. A must read!” Rating = 10″
“A treat for booklovers.”
“As always, absorbing and enlightening.”
“Publish and perish’ seems to be the rule in the world of London publisher Alex Plumtree… If the idea of a murderous political society operating within the Society for the Preservation of Rare and Antique Books isn’t entertaining enough, Kaewert offers a complex puzzle within a puzzle and lots of insight into the daily life of a small, quality publishing house – which is the real charm of the book.”