I would have trusted this man with my life. Until a couple of days ago, anyway.
You know what they say – hope for the best, but plan for the worst.
Max is quite accustomed to everything going wrong. She’s St Mary’s, after all. Disaster is her default state. But with her family reunited and a jump to Bronze Age Crete in the works, life is getting back to normal. Well, normal for St Mary’s.
And then, following one fateful night at the Tower of London, everything Max thought she knew comes crashing down around her.
Too late for plans. The worst has happened. And who can Max trust now?
The Chronicles of St Mary’s are some of my absolute favourite books, hilarious, ridiculous, thrilling fun.
I am so pleased that another one has been published because they cheer me up no end.
In this, book 11, Max and co are off to Crete, to witness the end of the Minoan culture, get chased by bulls and then several natural disasters, of course.
There’s the general mayhem that ensues whenever the History Department is involved, a few scrapes with the Time Police and an old foe or two, plus Max in the Tower of London, but thankfully not under arrest.
Laughed out loud several times, to the horror of my husband, in my defence he’s normally at work, but that’s lockdown life for you!
I was super kindly sent a copy by the publishers, but all opinions remain, as always, my own.