Etiquette for Lovers and Killers wer. angielska

It’s 1964 in the tiny town of Eastport, Maine, and Billy McCadie is bored to death. She’s surrounded by Jell-O salads and dull people with more etiquette than sense, with absolutely no sign of the intrigue or romance &nbsp that fill the pages of her beloved novel collection. That is, until an engagement ring and cryptic love letter turn up, addressed to 'Gertrude’.&nbsp

As Billy gets pulled ever-deeper into in a bizarre and &nbsp stranger-than-fiction mystery that the local police can’t begin to handle, &nbsp and despite sorely lacking Nancy Drew’s effortless charm or Miss Marple’s &nbsp social graces, she finds herself with no choice but to put on her detective &nbsp hat. But as the body count rises and the danger starts to feel ever closer to &nbsp home, why does it feel like she’s much more than just a side character? Is &nbsp someone trying to mess with her, frame her, or write her out for good? And &nbsp after so long yearning to be in the action rather than reading it, and with &nbsp the only man with two brain cells in Eastport within her reach, would it be &nbsp so terribly unladylike for her to have some fun of her own?