Enola Holmes and the Elegant Escapade, the eighth novel in Nancy Springer's series about Enola Holmes, the much younger sister of Sherlock Holmes.
I wrote about the seventh book a few weeks ago. That novel, The Black Barouche, was the first in about a decade and the first since the Netflix film series began. It was a novel that didn't depend on the reader's knowledge of the first six books, and also a novel that someone who had only seen the Netflix films would be able to pick up and read without finding anything particularly jarring. The Elegant Escapade, by contrast, is the third in a sequence of stories involving Enola and Lady Cecily Alastair (first, The Case of the Left-Handed Lady, the second, The Case of the Peculiar Pink Fan), and, while quickly summarized in about two paragraphs in the prologue, a little familiarity with Enola's past adventures is helpful.
Lady Cecily, the daughter of baronet Sir Eustace Alastair, has, in previous books, been kidnapped before she was to be presented (so she's now seen as "soiled goods" and won't be presented to society) and, against her will, was attempted to be sold off in marriage to a cousin. Now, her father has locked her in her room until he can arrange another marriage for her and, after Enola attempts to visit and is rebuffed, she escapes the family home in London. Enola now looks for Lady Cecily while trying to keep her brother, Sherlock Holmes, from also finding her, because Enola is certain that her brother will return Lady Cecily to her beastly father...
Some Sherlock Holmes stories are mysteries. Some Sherlock Holmes stories are excuses for Sherlock to run around and do stuff. The Elegant Escapade -- and the connection of the title to the plot frankly escapes me -- is one of the latter. There's nothing here to solve, except where did Lady Cecily go and how will she escape her father's malign clutches. If The Black Barouche was a team-up book between Enola and Sherlock, this is more of a solo Enola story; Sherlock is present, but he's very much a supporting character and he doesn't do much to push the story to its conclusion. In an odd sort of way, he functions a bit like Enola's Watson -- as a sounding board and conscience -- though Enola also develops her own ally who helps to force a conclusion to the problem and offer a solution.
One thing really bothered me -- The Black Barouche and The Elegant Escapade essentially end the same way. The villain has done something to a young woman, and Enola's solution both times to free the young woman from his clutches is to blackmail him with evidence of various perfidies. In both cases, Sherlock tells her not to do it, she does it anyway, and even though he says he won't be a party to it he watches with brotherly glee as she does. I get it, Victorian society sucked for women, and the law bound them to situations that were difficult to escape from. Social embarrassment--shitty men not wanting their dirty laundry aired--is, in these stories, a way for Enola to help damaged women out of their bad situations. It was an interesting play once. I don't really like it as Enola's go-to solution, because it could backfire on her badly.
If you've not read an Enola Holmes book, this probably is not the one to start with. But it's pleasant enough, a book that runs on the characters more than the plot.
I've read the first two in the original series. The library should be delivering me the third one in about two weeks. These are great reads. I'll eventually catch up to you, but I'm reading Remarkably Bright Creatures right now.