Tori Samar's Reviews > Whose Body?

"Can I," said Lord Peter, looking at himself in the eighteenth-century mirror over the mantelpiece, "can I have the heart to fluster the flustered Thipps further—that’s very difficult to say quickly—by appearing in a top-hat and frock-coat? I think not. Ten to one he will overlook my trousers and mistake me for the undertaker. A grey suit, I fancy, neat but not gaudy, with a hat to tone, suits my other self better. Exit the amateur of first editions; new motive introduced by solo bassoon; enter Sherlock Holmes, disguised as a walking gentleman."

Considering my love of mysteries, I'm not sure how I made it this long without reading any by Dorothy Sayers. All's right with the world now. Although I seriously doubt any detective can ever supplant Sherlock Holmes in my bookish heart (he captured my attention as a child even before Nancy Drew did!), Lord Peter Wimsey certainly has a charm and complexity that make me eager to continue with this series. In many ways, I found him more intriguing than the mystery he was trying to solve. (Bunter was great, too!)