‘I loved Stevens’s tales of ‘pashes’, shrimps (the lower years) and the midnight weird food combination of chocolate cake and cow’s tongue (a match for Blyton’s feast combo of prawns and ginger cake). In fact, her plot is far pacier than a Malory Towers story. The conclusion is wonderfully far-fetched but satisfyingly unpredictable. I did not guess whodunit. Ripping good fun.’

(Alex O’Connell, The Times)