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
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.
The perfect classic English village mystery but with the addition of charm, wit and a thoroughly modern touch.
A fun read
Sparkles like a glass of Devon cider on a summer afternoon.
