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I haven't read a Phryne Fisher book in simply ages, so I've picked this one up in my pursuit of reading all nominees for next Friday's Davitt Awards.
From the Blurb:
Melbourne, 1929. The year starts off for glamorous private investigator Phryne Fisher with a rather trying heatwave and more mysteries than you could prod a parasol at.
It had been such an agreeable day until then.
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