Fourteen-year-old Sophronia is the bane of her mother's existence. Sophronia is more interested in dismantling clocks and climbing trees than proper etiquette at tea--and god forbid anyone see her atrocious curtsy. Mrs. Temminnick is desperate for her daughter to become a proper lady. She enrolls Sophronia in Mademoiselle Geraldine's Finishing Academy for Young Ladies of Quality.
But little do Sophronia or her mother know that this is a school where ingenious young girls learn to finish, all right--but it's a different kind of finishing. Mademoiselle Geraldine's certainly trains young ladies in the finer arts of dance, dress, and etiquette, but also in the other kinds of finishing: the fine arts of death, diversion, deceit, espionage, and the modern weaponries. Sophronia and her friends are going to have a rousing first year at school.
Sophronia Temminnick is sent off to finishing school, much to her dismay, only to find that this particular finishing school may just be perfect for her .
Etiquette and Espionage was a delightful and witty read. Set in the same world as the Parasol Protectorate, a series I thoroughly enjoyed, we meet Sophronia Temminnick, a fourteen year old who would rather ride in dumbwaiters than make sure the cut of her dress is appropriate for the season. She is independant and way too precocious for her own good and yet has a good heart and good sense of those around her and I enjoyed navigating her new world with her.
This is the YA version of The Parasol Protectorate, but it still holds the same humor and wit that is mixed with intelligence and frivolity in every word and seeing the world through the eyes of a fourteen year old was quite fun. The people Sophronia meets are all interesting and amusing and cross all class lines. Meeting the younger versions of two of the characters in Parasol is a nice connection between the two series, though I will admit that I didn’t make the connection as to who one of them was until it was brought to light by Dimity, Sophronia’s friend, and I kicked myself as I imagined that dimpled smile sent my way.