‘Alive with a tang of lemons to set the senses zinging’ The Spectator

Fiction at its most charming - A Man Called Ove meets Andrea Camilleri, Auntie Poldi is this summer’s most unlikely hero.

Auntie Poldi can think of no finer place to wait for death than Sicily. All she asks is a sea view, fine wine (and plenty of it), and her family close around.

When death instead takes her handsome young friend Valentino - and under mysterious circumstances at that - Poldi will not take it lying down.

Perhaps it’s in her blood (her father was a detective chief inspector); perhaps it’s a diverting excuse to spend more time with men in uniform; or perhaps it’s just the promise she makes to Valentino while holding his poor dead hand.

But Auntie Poldi’s hunting instincts have never felt more alive. Justice must be served - if it’s the last thing she does …