Who doesn't want Emily Dickinson to have been secretly solving crimes in her teens? I love MacColl's books, and this one was no exception. Dickinson flirts with a 'Mr. Nobody' who ends up dead a few days later. No one comes to identify the body, which leads her to investigate. Quiet mayhem ensues. It's not a thrilling murder mystery where danger lurks around every corner, but you get the sense of what it is like to solve a mystery in a small town where everyone knows who you are. One of my favorite parts of the book is how each chapter starts with a line from one of Dickinson's poems. I think it would make kids pick up her poetry books.