It’s been a while since I read a good detective novel, and The Private Patient, like many books I’ve been reading recently, was been sitting on my bookshelf from Christmas until I read it recently. The Private Patient is by P. D. James, an author that I’ve never read, but is apparently quite productive and my mother really enjoys, so I hear, so it shouldn’t be a surprise that The Private Patient was a gift from my mother.
Now that I’ve read a P. D. James book, I can see why my mother enjoys them so much. This one was good! With any luck I’ll run across some more of her books at some point. As a detective novel this would have been a great book to have on a trip, (I sometimes find it tough to read stuff where I actually have to learn while travelling). Also, for those of us who don’t live or spend much time in the UK, it provides an interesting glimpse into the world of an English manor house.
