This was "my first" (first of a half-dozen or so, so far), of the "Lord Peter Wimsey" novels - my "introduction", as it were, to the aristocratic sleuth, his new wife, his family, his man Bunter, and his circle of colleagues and devotees.
As a result of the intoxicating - virtually addictive - nature of Ms. Sayers' creative talents, I am currently well into her #10, the perfectly delectable _Murder Must Advertise_.
Each of these novels has a personality all unto itself - as can rarely be said of such serial portrayals; rare, indeed, is the creative genius capable of employing a central cast of characters while weaving such original plots, from one tale to the next, through more than a dozen captivating tales!
_...Honeymoon_ might be thought of, like its immediate predecessor, _Gaudy Night_, as among the more psychologically-in-depth exploratory, or, "cerebral" novels of this truly immortal series.
Any way you slice it, to the lover of mystery tales AND to the admirer of what I choose to call "Brit-Wit" (i.e., the cleverly dry linguistic wit of such as P. G. Wodehouse, its consummate master), Ms. Sayers will abide eternally as a true genius of both modalities.
LONG LIVE WIMSEY!
LONG LIVE SAYERS!
(But be warned - if you read ONE Wimsey tale, you'll be hooked for life!)