<b>Charlotte Armstrong’s</b> heroes exercise wit in uproarious circumstances. Best of all, she infused in all her work, the most unique edge. Every title stands out and her unforgettable covers are a hodgepodge of classic mystery, something macabre, and sheer whimsy. She possessed an unmitigated gift to make you feel her protagonists were sharing normal concerns; while you marvelled at the assortment of oddities she dreamed up. Plots that *might* happen but which none of us heard of! She laid out a comfortable atmosphere of knowing her characters and settings extremely well but every back story was one of a kind.
“<b>The Curse Of The Giant Hogweed</b>” raises the bar of outrageousness and marks the epitome of creative juices. I wish I hadn’t spotted reviews, lest I be surprised by a 360° turn. This is a time when it’s grand.... NOT to find what you expect between pages! Academia can be austere. Imagine this: over 4 volumes, <i>Peter Shandy</i> is a keen sleuth and warm husband but stodgy. His 40 year-old wife is funnier. He, <i>Tim</i>, and <i>Dan</i> deliver a seminar in Wales about hogweed. After triggering a portal into history: they help a double-crossed prince rid his family of evil. With a select mystery cast, <b>Charlotte’s</b> genre metamorphoses into fantasy! It’s regrettable several readers missed the gems; didn’t get past the initial vocabulary and what appears ridiculous on the surface.
I adored <i>Dan Stott</i> in <i>“The Luck Runs Out”</i>. He’s marvellous in this departure, solving medieval dilemmas via courteous brilliance. It’s funny watching professors take crazy circumstances seriously! They analyze fiction to predict outcomes. Fantasy connoisseurs will laugh loudest. A correction: the ending clarifies this is no dream sequence, as some readers complained. I love their realization: what we have accepted as fairytales might be mystical British history, in actuality.