A review by colleengeedrumm
The Grave's a Fine and Private Place by Alan Bradley

4.0

I nearly leapt out of my liver!

I have the most awful headache - at least two thousand generations of females have employed those very words. The phrase was unassailable: a conversational stone wall. Who, for instance, could ever prove you hadn't one?

On Monday morn
The maid came up
And found him there in bed,
His jaw ajar,
His face affright,
All pale,
All cold,
All dead.

There was nothing in the room to eat but fingernails.

As in the presence of all fungi, there was a feeling of slight but detectable uneasiness about the place.

It all comes down to the moon - a good thing as any to base a religion on.

Lighting a flame with the mind is a powerful aid to understanding.

These are but shadows of the things that have been.

The face of the average communicant is not a happy one.

The flame must never be blamed for the death of the moth.

All's well that ends well.

Ask, and it shall be given to you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you: For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened. -Book of Matthew