It's 1812 or thereabouts: a country parson is involved in a hunt for a murderer, an absconding governess and a missing heir.
As a lover of historical murder mysteries I'm always looking for a new series. This one sounded promising, but somehow it just refused to come to life.
Mostly because I found it hard to believe in or care about the dull and rather pompous Parson Campion and the fuss he makes about hiding the fact that he's really posh Lord Whatever. None of his relationships with his friends, parishioners and servants rings true - his attempted love affair with the beautiful Lady Dorothea is particularly unconvincing. And is he meant to be harbouring a secret passion for his beloved groom, Jem, or is that just me?
It could have been an interesting murder mystery but it's very slow, unfocussed and convoluted. There are too many dull conversations, and too much detail about hackney carriages, dinners and domestic arrangements to show that the author has done her research. The book would have been much better if she'd concentrated on developing some more believable characters and writing some decent dialogue instead.
But what put me off the most was the wholesale lifting of regency slang, cant terms and speech patterns from the novels of Georgette Heyer, which I thought was completely shameless. Or even 'idiotish', as we Heyer fans might say - did she think we wouldn't notice?
Worth a try, but I won't be reading any more of these.