May 9, 1874: Howard Carter is born.

If you're a fan of Elizabeth Peters, then chances are, you already know Howard Carter.

But, just in case you don't, I shall tell you: he's the archaeologist credited with finding the tomb of King Tutankhamun.

At first, I figured I'd highlight Wrapped, since it's a hugely entertaining Egyptology-themed mystery.

BUT THEN I REMEMBERED The Professor's Daughter. 

And while I enjoyed Wrapped, I LOOOOOOOVED The Professor's Daughter. It's a hugging book. Like, I love it so much that whenever I pick it up, I feel the need to hug it:

Lillian is the daughter of Professor Bowell, the eminent Egyptologist. One day, while the Professor is out, Lillian wants to go to Kensington. As she can't go out unchaperoned, she brings along Imhotep IV. Who is a mummy.

Brief moment for gushing about the adorablosity of it all: How did Sfar and Guibert make Imhotep IV (who, other than a bump for a nose, has no real visible facial features) a wicked hottie? Is it the cigarette holder? The top hat? The spats? Or is it his romantic nature? His melancholy? His tragic background? Whatever it is, it works. I fell in lurve with him by the end of the first page.

SAH-WOON. And obviously, highly, HIGHLY recommended.