Sorry, but the opening chapters left a bad taste in mouth and perhaps that tainted my feelings against the entire book.
The introduction to the main character, Fidelma, attempts to paint a picture of a self-assured, female esquire/nun prancing merrily through the Middle Ages without equal. She's all that and well proportioned too! Sadly, she comes off as a swaddled, "sister-superior" who should have been killed in the opening chapter. (It would have been a mercy killing on behalf of the reader).
Furthermore, it appears that Peter Tremayne (the author) must be thrilled with his own trite descriptions of the lady lawyer donned in sack cloth. "Rebellious strands of red hair steaked from beneath her headdress..." I know I read that in chapter one and then again a little later in the book word for word. Yawn. And like Elton John's Your Song, we still don't know if Sister Fidelma's eyes are green or blue as they are so changeable with emotion.
As the book rambled along, I must confess that I had repeated urges to break out in a song from Mary Poppins.
"Our daughter's daughters will adore us
And they'll sing in grateful chorus
Well done sister suffragettes!"
Truly, I expect medieval story to be flavored with phrases and words of the era. However, I read to relax and be carried away, not to labor through an encyclopedia written in a quasi-foreign language extolling the virtues ad nauseum of feminism.
Only read this one, if you have exhausted all other options.