Lucy Burgoyne (1950-2014)
12 books read for LibriVox
- Q, the young detective who tells this one, is good company, quick with a disguise and a little vain about it, and watching him worry at why a sewing girl vanished from a rich man's house is half the fun. Expect Victorian melodrama under the sleuthing, and enjoy it anyway.
- Fair warning, the prose creaks a bit and Scott loves a long description, but once the tournament at Ashby kicks off it moves, and Rebecca quietly steals the whole book from the hero. If knights and a sly Robin Hood cameo sound fun, settle in.
- Sybylla Melvyn is prickly, vain, self-mocking, and completely alive, a teenage girl in dusty New South Wales who wants more than marriage and can't quite forgive herself for it. If you like narrators who argue with you (and themselves), she'll get under your skin.
- You get a sprawling, rough-edged Australian adventure narrated by Dick Marston, whose loyalty to his reckless brother keeps pulling him back toward bushranging. Captain Starlight brings swagger and danger, but the book’s real strength is Dick’s uneasy honesty about the damage their freedom leaves behind.
- Stranger and more uneven than Alice, this one drifts between a Victorian love story and fairyland mid-sentence, the way dreams actually work. Bruno's baby-talk grates on some people, but the Gardener's nonsense songs are Carroll at his oddest.
- Rachel Innes is the reason to read this: a dry, unflappable spinster who rents a country house, finds a body, and refuses to be scared off. The mystery creaks pleasantly, but her narration (constantly sparring with her maid Liddy) is what keeps you turning pages.
- You settle into Henry Esmond’s mock memoir as he moves through Restoration England, where Catholic loyalty, ambition, and appetite tangle around the courts of Charles II and James II. It’s long and deliberately old-fashioned, but his vanity and Thackeray’s sharp social comedy reward patience.
- If you already like Sir Percy, this is the fun-size version: short, self-contained rescues where he slips into Paris in some grubby disguise, drawls his way past Chauvelin, and vanishes. Slighter than the novels, and the formula shows, but each little escape still lands.
- You follow Emily St Aubert from sunlit France into the oppressive corridors of Udolpho, where music, shadows, and a black veil keep your nerves pleasantly busy. It’s long, ornate, and sometimes dramatically overwrought, but the atmosphere is so carefully sustained that the castle starts haunting you too.
- A cathedral close called Paradise, a stranger dead at the foot of an old stair, and a guardian whose past is locked tight. Fletcher's quiet English scene-setting does the real work; the mystery is serviceable, the town is the pleasure.
- The Voyage of the Beagle non-fictionYoung Darwin is such good company here, riding with gauchos, poking at fossil bones in Patagonia, puzzling over Galápagos finches without knowing yet what they mean. It's a rambling travel journal, so skim freely, but his curiosity about everything is genuinely infectious.
- Quiet, sad, and strangely tender. You follow George Willard, the young reporter everyone confesses to, through a town of people aching to be understood, like Wing Biddlebaum, terrified of his own restless hands.