Elizabeth Peters Week continues!
If you've been meaning to get in on the action, NOW IS THE TIME. As I've received so many lovely contributions (Did I mention that I'm totally still taking them?), I'll be running some of the longer ones over the course of the week, and linking everything up together at the end.
Originally, I'd planned on posting about the fourth (and last, *sob*) Jacqueline Kirby book today, but my real-life schedule interfered. Hopefully, tomorrow! In the meantime, here's a round-up of all of my posts about Vicky Bliss, Elizabeth Peters' art historian extraordinaire (who, of course, is also an amateur sleuth and has an on-again/off-again romance going with a DASHING ART THIEF).
Vicky, I love you. I love you and Elizabeth Peters. I love you, Elizabeth Peters, and Schmidt, who doesn't have a big enough part in this book. I love you, Elizabeth Peters, Schmidt-who-doesn't-have-a-big-enough-part-in-this-book, and Sir John Smythe, WHO ISN'T IN THIS BOOK. How could that have slipped my mind? That's probably exactly why I've re-read the other books in the series 40 hundred times, but only read this one, like, 20 hundred times.
More reasons to love Vicky: although her physical assets frustrate her in the academic world, she has no problem putting them to good use while investigating crimes -- she giggles and sighs and inhales deeply and men just fall over themselves to give her information. She learned how to pick locks in tenth grade from a boy called Piggy Wilson. She is clearly a huge reader -- not only does she compare John to Wimsey in the above passage, but she's always making and recognizing literary references.
Make sense? It doesn't matter. We've got Vicky, John, Schmidt, buried treasure and a villain who gives Vicky advice about her love life. Also, Elizabeth Peters is totally aware of the cliches of the genre and mocks them while still using them quite effectively. Who needs sense? Oh, swoon. These books make me almost deliriously happy.
Oh my God, I'd forgotten how much I LOVE THIS BOOK!!
Okay. So, Vicky is minding her own business (as usual), when a bloodstained package arrives for her in the mail. The stain is so large that the return address is obscured. So that's mysterious.
And the second half is VERY awesome -- if you haven't realized that Schmidt is the coolest guy ever before reaching this point, it'll happen here. (And if it doesn't, I don't know if we can be friends anymore. Seriously.) If Schmidt isn't a draw (WHAT??), there're some great moments between John and an old school chum... and yes, OF COURSE between John and Vicky. AND there are a few moments that suggest John's family may be related to the Peabody-Emerson clan.
SCHMIDT!!!! SCHMIDT!!!! HE IS THE AWESOMEST PIECE OF AWESOME EVER AND I'M SO GLAD THAT ELIZABETH PETERS CLEARLY LOVES HIM JUST AS MUCH AS WE ALL DO!!!! AND HIS NEW OBSESSION ALMOST KILLED ME!!!!