The Mystery section of our library has run out of space, so they've been doing a succession of special promotions to show off parts of the collection, up at the front with new books. Previously, they did crime novels of or about the Depression, to tie in with the Steinbeck Big Read.Now they're doing mysteries set in the UK. I've checked out two of the Christie's I had been meaning to reread, in their pretty new dustjackets, and I also picked up this one. Even though I know there's at least one copy in the house, I checked it out, because they need the room.So far, 26 pages in, I'm loving it.***Perhaps November is best spent reading mysteries from the 30s and 40s. I can't help comparing Wimsey's courtship of Harriet Vane to Charles' endless pining for Mallory in the books by O'Connell.Anyway, a fine, traditional sort of whodunnit, enlivened by Sayers' humorous tone. Sweet, really.