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The Suspicions of Mr Whicher

One of my mothers books its a novelisation of a famous Victorian murder. I quite enjoyed it but found myself skipping bits and racing to the end to find out who had done it. There were lots of bits of detail which I found extraneous, probably because I have read an awfully large amount of crime novels, mostly factual. It was most interesting to me because of the 'unmasking' of a seemingly normal Victorian family as thoroughly seedy underneath.

Had an unpleasant experience with some other mothers yesterday, felt like I was back at school again. Can't believe that some people still behave like teenagers even though they are adults and parents. Very sad.