(* denotes "new to me" books)
101. The Diamond Smugglers* by Ian Fleming. This needs to be republished with a different foreword, because the one in there now is apologetic and there is nothing to be apologetic about. A completely fascinating and suspenseful "as told to" account of real-life anti-smuggling operations in midcentury Africa.
101.5 The Sri Lanka Reader* ed. John Clifford Holt. Research; skimmed through.
102. To Love and Be Wise* by Josephine Tey. A really clever mystery story in which an ominous disappearance is resolved through observation, intuition, and effective deployment of resources.
103. Opening Night by Ngaio Marsh. Very clever here too, with a regrettably engaging murderer.
104. The Man in the Queue* by Josephine Tey. One of those "classics" that makes me go "Why?" Annoying! There was a perfectly good solution all ready to go, and Tey ditched it for a deus ex machina, which, okay, had been vaguely hinted at earlier but certainly not set up with any kind of satisfactory diligence.
104.5 The Pavilion on the Links* by Robert Louis Stevenson. An atmospheric thriller, novella-length, about a siege in Scotland.
105. Under the Andes* by Rex Stout. A completely lunatic adventure story set in turn-of-the (last) century Peru.
106. The Blind Barber* by John Dickson Carr. JDC is a riot; I wonder if he was as much fun at dinner parties as he is to read. This one: a preposterous scenario, literally a farce, with the dark undercurrent of a suspected (and later confirmed) very nasty murder.
107. The Maze in the Heart of the Castle* by Dorothy Gilman. YA fantasy, a solid adventure or parable or allegory, whichever you like; without all the wit of Lloyd Alexander, but with its own warmth and charm.
108. The Tightrope Walker by Dorothy Gilman. One of my all-time favorite suspense/mystery stories, with a plot related to the aforementioned "The Maze".
109. The Suffragette Scandal* by Courtney Milan. A very enjoyable and surprisingly edgy late-Victorian romance.
110. Immortal in Death by J.D. Robb. In which fashionistas go down.
111. Breakfast at Wimbledon* by Jack M. Bickham. A serviceable thriller in which a Vietnam vet, ex-CIA operative tennis pro is deployed to Wimbledon to ferret out a suspected Irish terrorist plot.
From "Opening Night:"
"Roast me," he said, "in sulphur. Wash me in steep-down gulfs of liquid fire ere I again endure the loathy torment of a dress-rehearsal."
From "The Blind Barber:"
... there were puzzles and high carnival in the sedate bosom of the Queen Victoria, and monkey business not altogether according to the customary pattern.
The odor of recent profanity hung about him like garlic.