If the stones of the house could talk…
When Kat Stanford abandons a successful television career to help her mother Iris move into a rustic carriage house in Devon, she quickly discovers that behind the well-trimmed hedgerows, Honeychurch Hall is populated by more eccentrics than Kat had ever met in all her time in London.
The Dowager Countess, Lord and Lady Honeychurch, their precocious seven-year-old heir, his missing nanny, a brooding stable manager, a housekeeper with an extensive designer shoe collection… Everyone seems to harbour a secret — and Kat’s mother may be hiding the darkest of them all…
When Kat Stanford abandons a successful television career to help her mother Iris move into a rustic carriage house in Devon, she quickly discovers that behind the well-trimmed hedgerows, Honeychurch Hall is populated by more eccentrics than Kat had ever met in all her time in London.
The Dowager Countess, Lord and Lady Honeychurch, their precocious seven-year-old heir, his missing nanny, a brooding stable manager, a housekeeper with an extensive designer shoe collection… Everyone seems to harbour a secret — and Kat’s mother may be hiding the darkest of them all…
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Reviews
The perfect classic English village mystery but with the addition of charm, wit and a thoroughly modern touch.
Sparkles like a glass of Devon cider on a summer afternoon.
Downton Abbey was yesterday, Murder at Honeychurch Hall lifts the lid on today’s grand country estate in all its tarnished, scheming, inbred, deranged glory.
A fun read
