A Red Herring Without Mustard (Alan Bradley)

Another delightful English cozy mystery featuring Flavia de Luce, 11-year-old chemist and sleuth. She invites an old Gypsy woman to stay on her family's property, and the woman is savagely attacked, so Flavia digs in to investigate the mystery. Along the way she encounters dead bodies, the enigmatic granddaughter of the injured woman, an eccentric religion, a long-vanished child, and some faux antiques, all weaving together into a satisfying conclusion. Flavia's voice as she narrates her experiences in her off-kilter household and eccentric village is delightful, despite a few unresolved loose ends. [Minor spoiler: When Flavia first meets Porcelain she "couldn't rub two shillings together if my life depended on it," but later hands Flavia a five-pound banknote (a lot of money in post-war England) to pay for her horse's care. Flavia never notices the contradiction, and I kept expecting it to mean something, but it just slid by. Unsatisfying, and not the only such glitch.]