I read cozy and historical mysteries, a bit of Paranormal/UF, and to mix it up, I read science and gardening books on occasion.
This is one of those books I read because I've been reading the series from the start and a certain amount of loyalty is involved. As with a lot of series, it started off strong, but has levelled off over the years to become gentle stories that resemble morality tales.
Lori stumbles across an old piece of jewellery in her attic one day, resulting in a search for the man who gave it to Dimity, back after WWII, while in the village, the good people discover the joys and pitfalls of metal detecting.
Recent books in the series were getting on my nerves because Lori was gullible and tended to jump to the most ridiculous conclusions imaginable, but this time around she was far more competent and rational; there was still a level of anxiety, but it was much more believable.
Atherton has an incredible way of bringing wartime London to life and I think it is this more than anything that keeps me coming back every year for the next book.