Elegy for Eddie by Jacqueline Winspear

I didn't think that this book was one of the best entries in the Maisie Dobbs series. Maisie herself was drawn in a heavy-handed and awkward way (I found her confusion about whether she loves James Compton or not really annoying and self-indulgent) and while the mystery part was trying to be morally complex (it centers around a British industrialist trying to protect his efforts to prepare Britain for another war against Germany), it seemed like the ending was wrong (we're supposed to look the other way in the case of the murder, just because we all know now that Hitler was a monster?). At least the number of scenes where Maisie sits in a room and mysteriously figures out who did through some kind of psychic superheroism is down.