I've chosen a favourite but it wasn't easy. Every book I read in June was good. Three were standouts: The Moving Toyshop by Edmund Crispin and Out of the Deep I Cry by Julia Spencer-Fleming - both were terrific. But I think this one had the edge:
The Sixth Lamentation by William Broderick was simply superb. Kept me guessing all the way through, excellent historical detail, and the ending made me cry.
I have to say that 12 books in June feels like a jolly good effort but part of me wonders if it's too many. Am I rushing through books too quickly? Maybe. I'm actively slowing myself down in July by reading several chunky books that have been on my tbr pile for years. (This is also a Cunning Plan as it'll mean I'll have less reviews to do, thus less typing.) Currently it's this:
Sovereign is the third Matthew Shardlake book by C.J. Sansom and very good it is too though rather unendingly bleak. Life was damn hard back in the reign of Henry VIII!