so this isnt a mystery novel in the traditional sense, but its got a very compelling pacing to it that makes the suspense parts both immediate and british-leisurely. like a brisk stroll on the grounds where we mustnt go too quickly or geoffrey will tire. my love of law and order (the one on television) has ruined me for mystery novels. or maybe just mystery novels written before 1950. because i always know my whodunits too soon. i have this affliction where i can retain very little of what i hear, but if i see it written, i can remember it quite well (for a time - dont ask me about books i read 10 years ago). it is why i always took really extensive notes in lecture classes, and why i forget things people tell me allll the time. why is this important? i dont know, except that i remember little facts that stick out in my mind - inconsistencies and whatnot because i am a pretty good close reader. but even the most obvious and bad movie with a central mystery, i generally dont figure it out until the reveal. and thats me. oh right, the book? the family is pretty interesting, its got horses for dana, its full of british charm and restraint, and i should get back to my paper. damn.