The House at Sea's End (Ruth Galloway Series #3)

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"[A] page turning mystery . . . it provides a wholly satisfying whodunit as well as a good reason to look up the other two [books in the series] . . . Griffiths's Galloway is a likable and alluring character.”—Associated Press

Just back from maternity leave, forensic archeologist Ruth is finding it hard to juggle motherhood and work when she is called in to investigate human bones that have surfaced on a remote Norfolk beach. The presence of DCI Harry Nelson, the married father of her daughter, does not help. The...

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Overview

"[A] page turning mystery . . . it provides a wholly satisfying whodunit as well as a good reason to look up the other two [books in the series] . . . Griffiths's Galloway is a likable and alluring character.”—Associated Press

Just back from maternity leave, forensic archeologist Ruth is finding it hard to juggle motherhood and work when she is called in to investigate human bones that have surfaced on a remote Norfolk beach. The presence of DCI Harry Nelson, the married father of her daughter, does not help. The bones, six men with their arms bound, turn out date back to World War II, a desperate time on this stretch of coastland.

Home Guard veteran Archie Whitcliffe reveals the existence of a secret the old soldiers have vowed to protect with their lives. But then Archie is killed and a German journalist arrives, asking questions about Operation Lucifer, a plan to stop a German invasion, and a possible British war crime. What was Operation Lucifer? And who is prepared to kill to keep its secret?

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Praise for the Ruth Galloway Mystery Series

"Elly Griffiths draws us all the way back to prehistoric times…Highly atmospheric." —The New York Times Book Review

"Galloway is an everywoman, smart, successful and a little bit unsure of herself. Readers will look forward to learning more about her." —USA Today 

"Ruth Galloway is a remarkable, delightful character…A must-read for fans of crime and mystery fiction." —Associated Press


"Forensic archeologist and academic Ruth Galloway is a captivating amateur sleuth—an inspired creation. I identified with her insecurities and struggles, and cheered her on. " —Louise Penny, author of the bestselling Armand Gamache series

"These books are must-reads." —Deborah Crombie, author of the Duncan Kincaid/Gemma James series

"[Ruth Galloway’s] an uncommon, down-to-earth heroine whose acute insight, wry humor, and depth of feeling make her a thoroughly engaging companion." —Erin Hart, Agatha and Anthony Award nominated author of Haunted Ground and Lake of Sorrows

"A wonderfully rich mixture of ancient and contemporary, superstition and rationality, with a cast of druids, dreamers and assorted tree-huggers as well as some thoroughly modern villains…A great series." —The Guardian

"[An] excellent series…Skillful and engaging." —The Globe and Mail

"Griffiths is one of England’s freshest mystery writers. Her novels combine a dramatic sense of place with a complicated mystery, and with each new installment, her character of Ruth Galloway becomes more complex and dynamic." —Curled Up with a Good Book

"Griffiths does a lot to humanize forensic archaeology and serves up great dollops of historical details in her Ruth Galloway series…Griffiths is great at conveying the archaeologist’s passion for finds, forensic or historic." —Booklist, starred review

"Griffiths is a true mystery writer." —Ann Arbor News

Library Journal
When six well-preserved skeletons are found buried at the beach in a remote English village, forensic anthropologist Ruth and her team call on DCI Nelson's police force to help with the investigation. Technology reveals that the victims are German and date back to World War II; now the team has a war crimes case to solve. Things heat up dramatically when a recently arrived young German journalist is murdered and some local octogenarians die suddenly. Luckily, one of the victims left a puzzle that Ruth deciphers. Someone is protecting a dark secret, but Ruth and Nelson must race to collect the evidence they need before becoming victims themselves. VERDICT Expect to be swept away by Griffith's third compelling forensic anthropology entry (after The Crossing Places and The Janus Stone). The author is a past Mary Higgins Clark Award winner, and her gothic, romantic-suspense workmanship is superb. Single mother Ruth's dogged determination adds depth. Good readalikes include Tess Gerritsen for Rizzoli's maternal/professional conflicts (Vanish) or Kathy Reichs for precise bones work coupled with messy relationships. [See Prepub Alert, 8/2/11; The Janus Stone is a Best Mystery of 2011, see p. 58.—Ed.]
Kirkus Reviews
The old bones discovered on a bleak and crumbling Norfolk beach lead to a number of present-day deaths. Forensic archaeologist Dr. Ruth Galloway is just returning to work after the birth of her daughter Kate, whose unnamed father is married DCI Harry Nelson. Ruth adores her daughter but is finding it hard to juggle motherhood and her cherished job and is additionally stressed by Nelson's obvious concern for and desire to share in the life of their daughter. Now her life gets even more complicated when she's called to the site of a mass grave and identifies the bones of six different men, bound and shot in the head. Further testing reveals they're most likely Germans. Ruth's local bit of coast was a choice spot for a German invasion, and the Home Guard, led by the father of an MP who now owns a family house endangered by relentless erosion, was determined to repel any attempt. One of the few Home Guard members still alive, all of them pretty old, hints at a secret they swore to protect with their lives. When a German reporter arrives they hear about Operation Lucifer and the possibility of a British war crime. As the elderly witnesses start to die suspicious deaths, Ruth and Nelson struggle to come to terms with their relationship while delving into a cold case that's become hot enough to burn a group of suspects desperate to hide the past. Griffiths's third (The Janus Stone, 2010, etc.) offers not only an excellent mystery but a continuing exploration of the lives of complex, sometimes unlovable characters.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780547844176
  • Publisher: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
  • Publication date: 11/20/2012
  • Series: Ruth Galloway Series , #3
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 126,085
  • Product dimensions: 5.20 (w) x 7.90 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Elly Griffith 's Ruth Galloway novels — The Crossing Places , The Janus Stone , The House at Sea's End , A Room Full of Bones , A Dying Fall , and The Outcast Dead — have been praised as "gripping" (Louise Penny), "highly atmospheric," (New York Times Book Review ), and "must-reads for fans of crime fiction" (Associated Press ). She is the winner of the 2010 Mary Higgins Clark Award.

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Prologue
November
Two people, a man and a woman, are walking along a hospital corridor. It is obvious that they have been here before. The woman’s face is soft, remembering; the man looks wary, holding back slightly at the entrance to the ward. Indeed, the list of restrictions printed on the door looks enough to frighten anyone. No flowers, no phones, no children under eight, no coughers or sneezers. The woman points at the phone sign (a firmly crossed out silhouette of a rather dated-looking phone) but the man just shrugs. The woman smiles, as if she is used to getting this sort of response from him.
 They press a buzzer and are admitted.
 Three beds in, they stop. A brown-haired woman is sitting up in bed holding a baby. She is not feeding it, she is just looking at it, staring, as if she is trying to memorise every feature. The visiting woman, who is blonde and attractive, swoops down and kisses the new mother. Then she bends over the baby, brushing it with her hair. The baby opens opaque dark eyes but doesn’t cry. The man hovers in the background and the blonde woman gestures for him to come closer. He doesn’t kiss mother or baby but he says something which makes both women laugh indulgently.
 The baby’s sex is easy to guess: the bed is surrounded by pink cards and rosettes, even a slightly deflated balloon announcing ‘It’s a girl’. The baby herself, though, is dressed in navy blue as if the mother is taking an early stand against such stereotyping. The blonde woman holds the baby, who stares at her with those dark, solemn eyes. The brown-haired woman looks at the man, and looks away again quickly.
 When visiting time is over, the blonde woman leaves presents and kisses and one last caress of the baby’s head. The man stands at the foot of the bed, pawing the ground slightly as if impatient to be off. The mother smiles, cradling her baby in an ageless gesture of serene maternity.
 At the door, the blonde woman turns and waves. The man has already left.
 But five minutes later he is back, alone, walking fast, almost running. He comes to a halt by the bed. Wordlessly, the woman puts the baby into his arms. She is crying, though the baby is still silent.
 ‘She looks like you,’ she whispers.

1
March
The tide is out. In the early evening light, the sands stretch into the distance, bands of yellow and grey and gold. The water in the rock pools reflects a pale blue sky. Three men and a woman walk slowly over the beach, occasionally stooping and looking intently at the ground, taking samples and photographs. One of the men holds something that looks rather like a staff, which he plants into the sand at regular intervals. They pass a lighthouse marooned on a rock, its jaunty red and white paint peeling, and a beach where a recent rock fall means that they have to wade in the sea, splashing through the shallow water. Now the coastline has transformed into a series of little coves which appear to have been eaten out of the soft, sandstone cliff. Their progress slows when they have to clamber over rocks slippery with seaweed and the remains of old sea walls. One of the men falls into the water and the other men laugh, the sound echoing in the still evening air. The woman trudges on ahead, not looking back.
 Eventually they reach a spot where the cliff juts out into the sea, forming a bleak headland. The land curves away sharply, leaving a v-shaped inlet where the tide seems to be moving particularly fast. White-topped waves race towards jagged rocks and the seagulls are calling wildly. High up, on the furthest point of the cliff, is a grey stone house, faintly gothic in style, with battlements and a curved tower facing out to sea. A Union Jack is flying from the tower.
 ‘Sea’s End House,’ says one of the men, stopping to rest his back.
 ‘Doesn’t that MP live there?’ asks another.
 The woman has stopped at the far side of the bay and is looking across at the house. The battlements are dark grey, almost black, in the fading light.
 ‘Jack Hastings,’ she says. ‘He’s an MEP.’
 Although the woman is the youngest of the four and has a distinctly alternative look – purple spiky hair, piercings and an army surplus jacket – the others seem to treat her with respect. Now one of the men says, almost pleadingly, ‘Don’t you think we should knock off, Trace?’
 The man holding the staff, a bald giant known as Irish Ted, adds, ‘There’s a good pub here. The Sea’s End.’
 The other men stifle smiles. Ted is famous for knowing every pub in Norfolk, no mean feat in a county reputed to have a pub for every day of the year.
 ‘Let’s just walk this beach,’ says Trace, getting out a camera. ‘We can take some GPS readings.’
 ‘Erosion’s bad here,’ says Ted. ‘I’ve been reading about it. Sea’s End House has been declared unsafe. Jack Hastings is in a right old two and eight. Keeps ranting on about an Englishman’s home being his castle.’
 They all look up at the grey house on the cliff. The curved wall of the tower is only two or three feet from the precipice. The remains of a fence hang crazily in midair.
 ‘There was a whole garden at the back of the house once. Summer house, the lot,’ says Craig, one of the men. ‘My granddad used to do the gardening.’
 ‘Beach has silted up too,’ says Trace. ‘That big storm in February has shifted a lot of stone.’
 They all look towards the narrow beach. Below the cliffs, banks of pebbles form a shelf which then falls steeply into the sea. It’s an inhospitable place, hard to imagine families picnicking here, children with buckets and spades, sun-bathing adults.
 ‘Looks like a cliff fall,’ says Ted.
 ‘Maybe,’ says Trace. ‘Let’s get some readings anyway.’
 She leads the way along the beach, keeping to the edge of the cliff. A sloping path leads from Sea’s End House down to the sea and fishing boats are moored higher up, above the tide line, but the sea is coming in fast.
 ‘There’s no way off the beach this side,’ says the man whose grandfather was a gardener. ‘We don’t want to get cut off.’
 ‘It’s shallow enough,’ says Trace. ‘We can wade.’
 ‘The current’s treacherous here,’ warns Ted. ‘We’d better head straight for the pub.’
 Trace ignores him; she is photographing the cliff face, the lines of grey and black with the occasional shocking stripe of red. Ted plunges his staff into the ground and takes a GPS reading. The third man, whose name is Steve, wanders over to a point where a fissure in the cliff has created a deep ravine. The mouth of the ravine is filled up with stones, probably from a rock fall. Steve starts to climb over the rubble, his boots slipping on the loose stones.
 ‘Careful,’ says Trace, not looking round.
 The sea is louder now, thundering in towards land, and the sea birds are returning to their nests, high up in the cliffs.
 ‘We’d better head back,’ says Ted again, but Steve calls from the cliff face.
 ‘Hey, look at this!’
 They walk over to him. Steve has made a gap in the pile of rubble and is crouching in the cave-like space behind. It’s a deep recess, almost an alleyway, the cliffs looming above, dark and oppressive. Steve has shifted some of the larger stones and is leaning over something that lies half-exposed in the sandy soil.
 ‘What is it?’
 ‘Looks like a human arm,’ says Ted matter-of-factly.

Detective Sergeant David Clough is eating. Nothing new in that. Clough eats almost constantly throughout the working day, starting with a McDonald’s breakfast, moving on through several Mars Bars and a Pot Noodle for lunch, through a sustaining sandwich and cake at tea time before treating himself to a pint and a curry for supper. Despite this, Clough’s waistline is admirably trim, a fact he attributes to ‘football and shagging’. Recently, though, he has acquired a girlfriend, which has cut down on at least one of these activities.
 Clough has had a trying day. His boss is on holiday and Clough was secretly hoping that this would be the week when a serial killer stalked Norfolk and was caught personally by super-policeman David, soon to be Sir, Clough. But, instead, he has had two break-ins, one taking and driving away and one old dear found dead on a stairlift. It’s not exactly Miami Vice.
 His phone rings, blasting out an irritating jingle from The Simpsons.
 ‘Trace! Hi, babe.’
 Detective Sergeant Judy Johnson, who is (under protest) sharing a desk with Clough, makes gagging motions. Clough ignores her, ingesting the last of his blueberry muffin.
 ‘Dave, you’d better come,’ says Trace. ‘We’ve found some bones.’
 Clough leaps into action, grabs his phone and dives for the door, yelling for Judy to follow him. The effect is slightly ruined by the fact that he has forgotten his car keys and has to come back for them. Judy is still sitting at the desk, stony faced.
 ‘What do you mean “follow me”? You don’t outrank me.’
 Clough sighs. It’s typical of Judy to raise objections and ruin their only chance of action this week. Ever since she was promoted last year she’s been getting above herself, in Clough’s opinion. Okay, she’s a good enough cop but she’s always picking him up on detail – a piece of paperwork left undone, a date missed, a phone call unrecorded – paperwork never solved a crime, Clough tells her in his head, though not in person; Judy is fairly formidable.
 Now he tries to fix his face into an imitation of the boss at his most impatient.
 ‘Human bones found at Broughton Sea’s End. We’d better get going pronto.’
 Still Judy doesn’t move.
 ‘Where were they found? Exactly?’
 Clough doesn’t know. He was too busy swinging into action to ask questions. He glowers.
 ‘Was that Trace on the phone? Did she find them?’
 ‘Yeah. She’s doing some sort of survey of the cliffs and what have you.’
 ‘An archaeological survey?’
 ‘I don’t know. All I know is they’ve found some bones, human remains. Are you coming or are you going to ask questions all day?’

Sure enough, by the time that they arrive at Broughton Sea’s End, the tide is coming in and it’s too dangerous to go down onto the beach. Clough shoots Judy a reproachful look which she ignores completely.
 Trace and Steve are waiting for them at the top of the cliff, near the entrance to Sea’s End House. The sea has reached the bottom of the sloping path, the waves breaking with a smack against the stone. On the far side of the cove, the cliffs rise up, dark and straight, cut off now by the tide.
 ‘You were a long time,’ Trace greets Clough. ‘Ted and Craig have gone to the pub.’
 ‘Irish Ted?’ says Clough. ‘He’s always in the pub.’
 Judy gets out her notebook and double checks the time before writing it down. Clough is finding her incredibly irritating.
 ‘Where exactly did you find the bones?’ she asks.
 ‘There’s a gap in the cliff,’ says Steve. ‘A sort of ravine.’ He’s a wiry weather-beaten man with grey hair in a ponytail. Typical archaeologist, thinks Clough.
 ‘How did you find them?’ asks Judy.
 ‘I was investigating a rock fall. I moved some of the bigger stones and there they were, underneath. The soil was probably dislodged by the landslide.’
 ‘Are they above the tide line?’ asks Judy. Across the bay, the first waves are breaking against the foot of the cliffs.
 ‘At present we think they’re protected by the debris from the rock fall,’ says Trace.
 ‘Spring tide though,’ says Steve. ‘It’ll be a high one.’
 ‘If we clear away the rocks and dig a trench,’ says Trace, ‘the sea’ll get them for sure.’
 They watch as the water advances, incredibly quickly now, joining rock pools together, submerging the sea walls, turning the little bay into a churning pool of white.
  Trace looks at her watch. She hasn’t made eye-contact with Clough since he arrived; he doesn’t know if she is pissed off with him for being late or just in professional, archaeologist mode. It’s a new departure for him, going out with a career girl, much less a girl with punk hair and a pierced tongue who wears Doc Martens. They met when Trace was involved with another case involving archaeologists and buried bones. Clough remembers how strongly he felt drawn to Trace from the very first when he saw her digging, her thin arms quilted with muscles. Even now he still finds the muscles (and the piercing) incredibly sexy. For his part, he just hopes that the six-pack compensates for the fact that he hasn’t read a book since he got stuck halfway through Of Mice and Men for O-Level English.
 ‘Are you sure they were human bones?’ Judy is asking.
 ‘Pretty sure,’ says Trace. She shivers slightly. The sun has gone in and the wind is rising.
 ‘How old?’
 ‘I don’t know. We’d need Ruth Galloway to have a look.’
 Trace, Clough and Judy exchange looks. They all have their own memories of Ruth Galloway. Only Steve does not react to the name. ‘Isn’t she the forensics girl? I thought she’d left.’
 ‘She was on maternity leave,’ says Judy. ‘I think she’s back at work now.’
 ‘Should be at home looking after her kiddie,’ says Clough, rather ill-advisedly.
 ‘She’s a single mother,’ snaps Trace. ‘Presumably she needs the money.’
 ‘How did you come to be on the beach?’ asks Judy hastily.
 ‘We’re doing a survey for the university on coastal erosion. We’re surveying all the north-east Norfolk beaches. We’ve made some interesting finds as well. Palaeolithic hand axe at Titchwell, a Roman bracelet at Burgh Castle, lots of shipwrecks. Steve was examining the cliffs here when he saw the rockfall. The bones were in the gap behind. It looks like they were buried fairly deeply but the earth got dislodged when the stones came down.’
 ‘How come you’re discovering these things?’ asks Judy, as they walk back along the cliff path. ‘If the sea’s advancing, wouldn’t it cover everything up?’
 Clough is glad she has asked this. He’d wanted to but was scared of looking stupid in front of Trace.
 ‘Tides change,’ says Trace shortly. ‘Sand gets moved; parts get silted up, other parts uncovered. The pebbles get pushed further up the beach. Things that were buried become exposed.’
 ‘Like our bones,’ says Steve. ‘They may have been buried well above the tidal line but the water’s getting closer, it’s wearing the earth away. Then part of the cliff came down on top of them.’
 ‘Did you get a good look at them?’ asks Clough.
 ‘Not really,’ says Steve. ‘Tide was coming in too fast. We didn’t want to get stranded on the wrong side of the beach. But, just at a glance, I’d say we were looking at more than one body.’
 Clough and Judy exchange glances. ‘Definitely human?’
 ‘In my humble opinion, yes.’
 ‘We found something else too,’ says Trace, whose opinions are never humble.
 They have reached the pub. Its sign, which, rather tactlessly, shows a man falling off a cliff, creaks in the gathering wind. They can see Ted through the window, raising a pint to his lips. In the yellow light from the window, Trace holds out something that looks a bit like loft insulation, a small ball of fluffy, yellowish fibres.
 ‘What is it?’ asks Judy.
 ‘Cotton wool?’ suggests Clough.
 ‘Whiffs a bit,’ says Steve. There is, indeed, a strong sulphuric smell coming from the material.
 ‘Fantastic,’ Clough rubs his hands together. ‘The boss is going to love this.’
 ‘Where is Nelson anyway?’ says Trace.
 ‘On holiday,’ says Clough. ‘Back on Monday. He’ll be counting the days.’
 Judy laughs. Nelson’s dislike of holidays is a byword at the station.

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  • Posted August 1, 2011

    I now want to read her other books.

    Thier are a lot of things in this story I liked and some I did not. Personally all the different affairs dont like. I have not read the other books that are before this one, But I want to now.
    Ruth is a brand new mom. Her daughter is Kate. Kate father is Nelson, but no one knows that. Nelson is a Policeman and happily married man.
    Ruth is a professor teaches archaeologie and helps the police when old remains are found. Ruth is struggling the whole way through the book with being a new mom. Feels quilty when she leaves kate to go to work. Finding baby sitters.
    Thier are 6 bodies buried by the ocean ane once they start moving the rocks they have only till the high tide comes to get everything out or be lost to sea.
    They have to find out how old and where they came from.
    Its a good mystery and good insight to her friends and coworker's. A little hard for me with the English meaning of some of the police terms like DCI. I would read more of her books.
    I was given the ebook in exchange for honest review.

    9 out of 14 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 29, 2012

    more from this reviewer

    Past Mistakes

    As the book opens Kate, the baby born to Ruth Galloway, the forensic expert, as a result of a one-night stand with Detective Inspector Harry Nelson in the prior entry in the series, is now four months old and the mother is still juggling her maternal and professional duties, sometimes to much criticism from friends. But the baby seems to survive.

    In any event, her motherly demands don’t seem to prevent Ruth from getting involved with more forensic investigations and police investigations. Especially when six skeletons are discovered on a beach and her examination indicates that they are probably from Germany, perhaps dating back to an invasion during the early days of World War II on a lonely Norfolk beach. Indications are that each was shot in the back of the head. The question arises: Did the various persons in the Home Guard play any role in their deaths?

    As in the previous two novels featuring Ruth and D.I. Nelson, they combine to discover the facts surrounding the mystery of past and present. The prose is lean and the plot moves apace with agility. The characters remain immensely human and intriguing, and the novel lives up to the standards of the predecessor novels.

    Recommended.

    8 out of 10 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 23, 2013

    Great mystery

    Wonderful suspense/mystery. Excellent finale. Ruth Galloway is one of my favorite mystety heroines.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 12, 2012

    Great book!

    Love all her books. This was as good as all the rest.

    2 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 3, 2013

    I'm still enjoying this series. It really must be read in chron

    I'm still enjoying this series. It really must be read in chronolgical order to keep your place in what's going on in Ruth's life.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 1, 2013

    Not a bad read

    I had trouble getting into this book and figuring out who the characters were. I wish I'd read the previous books first.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 23, 2013

    Very good read, recommend this book!

    Has my favorites, archaeology, and bones. Throw in murder and a very old mystery, and what's not to like? Made me want to read the previous 2 books and now looking forward to reading #4 in the series.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 13, 2013

    Re: British ideas of justice so often wrong Hey honey, I'm gue

    Re: British ideas of justice so often wrong
    Hey honey, I'm guessing you are American - have you ever thought about the fact that the rest of the world (and I am NOT British) finds your legal system totally immoral??? Think on!

    1 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 12, 2013

    I'm hooked!

    Love the Ruth Galloway series. Flawed, yet likeable characters, great setting, interesting mysteries. A good bet!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 9, 2014

    I have read all her books ....  it is so disappointing because n

    I have read all her books ....  it is so disappointing because now I have none to look forward to until she produces another....

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  • Posted January 7, 2014

    I loved ¿The Crossing Places¿, so naturally, when I stumbled upo

    I loved “The Crossing Places”, so naturally, when I stumbled upon “The House at Sea’s End“, I have to give it a shot. I wasn’t disappointed at all. While “The Crossing Places” intrigued me slightly more, Elly Griffiths delivers here again with strong, real characters, a gripping mystery, a fash of folklore and mythology, and a subtle romance that can’t be classified under one simple category.

    When a team of archeologists discover six bodies at the foot of a cliff, Ruth Galloway is called to the scene to investigate, along with DCI Nelson, who is the father of her newborn daughter, Kate. Unfortunately though, Nelson is also still married to Michelle – which means he’s more of a nuisance to Ruth than anything else, because clearly she has feelings for him. Feelings he will probably never return…

    As they investigate the mystery that has to do with the Germans invading Britain in World War II, two elderly men involved suddenly meet their end. At first, the police thinks it’s just an accident and coincedence, but that doesn’t last for long when they start connecting the dots.

    While World War II history is, at least to me, nowhere near as intriguing as the ancient history handled in “The Crossing Places”, I still liked it. Ruth is an interesting main character, and for one weird reason. She’s a little dull, and nerdy. Kind of like Bonus, except maybe even more boring. But I like boring. Ordinary people don’t go around raiding tombs or having parties all night long when they have a newborn. Ruth is real. She’s a real person, with a real, sometimes dull, sometimes exciting life.

    Another top character is of course, DCI Nelson. He’s completely unpredictable, and that’s what I love about him. He bounces from Michelle to Ruth and back, all the while not realizing what the heck he wants. And again – that’s real. Who would be able to decide between his wife (who he still loves) and the mother of his newborn daughter (who he kind of likes too) right away?

    But what I love the most about this series, is how the romance very obviously takes the backseat for the story. The story is the meat, the romance just a side thought.

    If you’re into mystery and suspense novels, Elly Griffith’s “Ruth Galloway” series should get a spot on your bookcase.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 23, 2013

    Wonderful read!

    Interesting characters with great plot and wonderful English sea coast setting. Great ending filled with surprises. Really enjoyed this book!

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  • Posted August 22, 2013

    Recommended

    Now that I read this book out of order, of course, it interested me enough to delve into the others. It will be enlightening to see the relationship with her daughter grow and how the Father decides which life path to follow -- with Ruth or Michelle.

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  • Posted August 2, 2013

    A good read

    A good mystery, kept me guessing as to the outcome.

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  • Posted July 30, 2013

    A good commuting book

    First time I've read any of author Elly Griffiths' series. Intriguing, great atmosphere, interesting characters. Read it on the bus to and from work. It must have been good because I read it all the way through and hard to put it down once I got home (one of my rules: bus books get read only on the bus)--I often drop a book somewhere in the middle for a variety of reasons: poorly written, bad plot, uninteresting characters. This book had none of the above and I might check out Books 1 and 2.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 30, 2013

    Repetition

    This is the third book in the series that I have read. Each book goes on and on about druids and gods and goddesses and the saltmarch and someone is always trying to kill her and ...... I think that I see a pattern here. It was enjoyable enough but I'm not interested in reading anymore of this series.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 29, 2013

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 22, 2013

    Intriguing

    I found this murder mystery to be well-written and the plot line intriguing. Set on the rugged, windswept coast of Britain's Norfolk, it combines police investigation with archealogy... Imagine Bones teams up with Inspector Morse. Good read to while away an afternoon!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 18, 2013

    RE: RE: british ideas of justice......

    Why the hell would you assume she/he is American? You revealed as much predjudice and ignorance about yourself as the author of the ridiclous and assinine original post.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 6, 2013

    Her comments about the characters are often very funny, and for

    Her comments about the characters are often very funny, and for me that is what makes these books different. The ending is similar to the standard "damsel in distress" endings of her other books.

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