I think I was heading in to the tub, which is why I grabbed Strong Poison. That’s a guess. I know I read it, I can’t remember why.
I haven’t read it in ages. Clearly not for the last six years, while I’ve been logging my books. There’s good reason for that, as it’s not a very good book, with a frankly dreadful murder mystery at the heart of it. On the other hand, Lord Peter and Harriet! Which is odd and slightly unpleasant, actually: frankly the meet-cute is more of a meet-harassment, which Ms. Sayers does recognize, but still.
Tolerabimus quod tolerare debemus,
-Vardibidian.