This book had me at “Swanburne Academy for Poor Bright Females.” A delicious send-up of the whole destitute governess genre (or at least the Brontes) with a dash of children-raised-by-wolves and a very chatty narrator. This isn’t realistic, gritty historical fiction, but a rarer brand of historical fiction that isn’t afraid to poke fun and remind the readers that this all happened long ago. The tone is delightful, the pace is fairly brisk, and there’s a mystery that remains unsolved at the end, despite a fiasco of a Christmas party, an incident with a squirrel, and a wise governess. Of course, this sets us up for next time, and I’m certainly curious to see what happens to “Lumawoo” and her charges next. Plus, someone really needs to figure out that strange howling behind the wall.