I’d hoped to have my review of The Mistress of Nothing by Kate Pullinger ready for today, but last night when I was reading, I came upon a startling discovery: after page 202, the narrative changed into Oscar Wilde and the Vampire Murders for 15 pages before resuming the original text at page 235! Not only was I hopelessly confused, I am not deeply disappointed. My library doesn’t have a copy and Amazon didn’t have one at a price I wanted to pay. I might have to swallow my pride and just order it, though, because I’m desperate to know what happened.
Ah, well. Life is unpredictable. Onto Treacherous is the Night by Anna Lee Huber.