Etiquette for Lovers and Killers wer. angielska - Anna Fitzgerald Healy

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   that fill the pages of her beloved novel collection. That is, until an engagement ring and cryptic love letter turn up, addressed to 'Gertrude'. 

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