A ripping yarn, full of character and charm. Though it was a slow read, mostly because you can easily imagine Osman narrating the book to you, and he's not as fast as the voice in my head.
Not a whodunnit, so much as a "look over at the left hand, ignore the right" kind of mystery. Whenever you think you have it, the rug is gently slid from under you, to plonk you in the comfortable armchair of being lead up the garden path.
A few problems with the resolution, but it's not about the trip home, it's the holiday before that.
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