Flavia de Luce, in her seventh mystery adventure, As Chimney Sweepers Come To Dust by Alan Bradley, finds herself in Toronto at the school that her mother attended in her youth. When a body appears suddenly - it had been stuffed up a chimney a few years before - she feels compelled to find out who it is and who killed the girl. But she doesn't know whom among her fellow students she can believe and she may have put her trust in the wrong teacher. And then there's that language adjustment for an English girl in North America.
Nickles? Dimes? I knew that cents were roughly equivalent to pence, but beyond that, Canadian currency was a veiled mystery.
Why had I ever been sent away from the land of the sixpence - the land of half crowns,, h'pennies, florins, farthings, and shillings. The land of decent coinage, where everything made sense?
I sympathize because I've sometimes held a bit of a grudge against the English who gave us pints, quarts, and gallons, inches, feet, yards, and miles, and then walked into the sunshine of the metric system leaving us trying to remember how many teaspoons in a quarter of a cup and and how many pounds in a ton.
Young Flavia has done it again. A good solid 4 on a scale of 1 to 5.