17/10/2017 um 06:00
Book Review: Elizabeth Peters, Crocodile on the Sandbank (Amelia Peabody #1)
The Blurb: In this first adventure, our headstrong heroine decides to use her substantial inheritance to see the world. On her travels, she rescues a gentlewoman in distress – Evelyn Barton-Forbes – and the two become friends. The two companions continue to Egypt where they face mysteries, mummies and the redoubtable Radcliffe Emerson, an outspoken archaeologist, who doesn’t need women to help him solve mysteries — at least that’s what he thinks!
Genre: Cosy Mystery, History, Adventure
The Verdict: 4/5
I love four things: Cosy mysteries, adventures (1), settings in a different time than my own, and romance. If I can get everything wrapped up in one book, I’m a happy camper. So naturally, I had to check out Elizabeth Peters’ Amelia Peabody series, which started in the 1970s and has grown into 20 books. I stumbled upon Amelia via tvtropes.org and Gail Carriger. If you’ve read Carriger’s Parasol Protectorate books (highly recommended!), it’s undeniable that Peter’s Amelia and Carriger’s Alexia are sisters in spirit. Both are feisty, both are bossy and both wield parasols like weapons. I thoroughly enjoyed this romp around Egypt, although at times I found the ornate victorian English a little tiring. Language troubles aside, Peters put a lot of effort into the descriptions and Egypt really comes to life in front of the inner eye. The mystery of the mummy terrorising the excavation site is sufficiently puzzling and the climax really had me gnawing on my fingernails. Of the two romances that occur in the story, one is vital to the story, the other happens more or less to the surprise of both involved.
If you love bossy victorian ladies, growly and grumpy but handsome men, cosy mysteries, archeology and Egypt, Amelia Peabody’s first adventure is right for you. If you need more of the true supernatural set (vampires, werewolves and ghosts instead of fake mummies) or more comedy, I’d suggest you check out Gail’s works.
(1) I probably read way too much Enid Blyton as a kid.