Rave Reviews by Jean E. Eustance

The name of the Christmas carol is God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen. Meaning, let you be merry, you gentlemen. Let nothing you dismay. The name of the book for this Christmas season is God Rest Ye, Royal Gentlemen. It is a murder mystery set in December 1935 at the Royal Estate of Sandringham in England. Lady Georgiana is at it, again. The gentlemen may not be merry, but some of them are definitely Royal. And Queen Mary is dismayed.

I have been reading the large print edition of this, from the Pine Bush Area Public Library. It is the latest Rhys Bowen book in the Royal Spyness series. When last we saw our Heroine, Lady Georgiana, she was newly married to the delectable Darcy O’Mara, the son of an impoverished Irish lord. They were planning a Christmas party at home when Queen Mary insisted they come to Sandringham for Christmas.

The Queen wants someone to keep an eye on the awful Mrs. Wallis Simpson who is trying to muscle into Christmas With The Royals, at their private estate. Mrs. Simpson wants to marry the man who will eventually be King Edward the Eighth. She wants to be Queen Wally.


Lady Georgiana and Darcy are expected to run interference, and also find out who is killing the prince’s superior servants. People go out for horse rides, and are dropping like flies. Every one of them is either a confirmed adulterer or is suspected of being one. Someone around them is the killer, so Georgiana is supposed to say a few words like, “I just don’t know if I can trust you out of my sight, Darcy,” Instead of the woman being set up as the target, this time, it is the man.

Can Georgiana save her beloved from a terrible death? Can she discover what fiend in human form is killing off the unfaithful husbands? Can she keep the Prince of Wales away from the awful Mrs. Simpson? (Woops. Well, two out of three aren’t bad.) Tune in for the next suspenseful episode of— oops, sorry. These are books, not an early series of cliffhangers in the movies. But you do have to keep reading these books. They are addictive. Each episode builds on the last, and even if you read history and know how 1935 ends, there’s still Rhys Bowen’s version of 1936 to come. God Rest Ye, Merry Readers, let nothing you dismay.

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