Yet another book I won’t be listing on my daughter’s reading olympics form.
I ordered The Elements of Murder from the library, and it’s actually quite fascinating — all stories of poisonous chemicals and the lunatics who used them.
There’s only one strange thing about the book: it’s cover. Doesn’t it look like it’s from 1965? It was published in 2005.
When I first saw it, I thought I must have accidentally ordered something ancient. Dear Oxford University press: there’s a difference between “retro” and “ridiculously old-fashioned.”
But maybe they were marketing to Agatha Christie fans…