Birds of a Feather

Nothing clever about the title; that's my latest elliptical machine reading, a mystery by Jacqueline Winspear. The heroine, Maisie Dobbs (that's what the first novel of the series is called), somewhat impossibly has risen from tweeny maid to WWI nurse to a private investigator much loved by her original employers and assisted by a soldier she saved at the front. Nonetheless, pretty well written and engaging enough for a treadmill read, though not as good as (for example) Anne Perry. My gym reading has been a series of failures lately (I tried Mercedes Lackey again, like a bird flying into a glass window), so I thought it was worth noting.