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meganbmooreThis is the sixth book in the No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency series, and possibly my favorite so far. Early in the book, Mma Ramotswe discovers an intruder in her house, an intruder who escapes, but leaves behind a pair of trousers and a pumpkin. Surprisingly, this remains largely in the background for most of the book.
There are a lot of subplots here, from one of Rra Maketoni’s apprentices quitting so that he can be the kept man of a rich woman to a former convict becoming an assistant to both the detective agency and the garage. There’s also the mystery of what kind of shady business is going on at Rra Maketoni’s former home, which he now rents to a customer, Mma Makutsi attending dance class and acquiring a partner with a stammer and two left feet, and most importantly, the return of Mma Ramotswe’s first husband, who is as hateful as we’ve been led to believe. Actually, the most important thing may be the revelation that Mma Ramotswe and Mma Makutsi prefer different kinds of tea. The best scene, I think, is when Mma Makutsi and Rra Maketoni discover the truth of what’s happening at his house.
As always, pure charm and fun, and this one manages to turn a trope I typically hate into a reveal that I quite liked.
There are a lot of subplots here, from one of Rra Maketoni’s apprentices quitting so that he can be the kept man of a rich woman to a former convict becoming an assistant to both the detective agency and the garage. There’s also the mystery of what kind of shady business is going on at Rra Maketoni’s former home, which he now rents to a customer, Mma Makutsi attending dance class and acquiring a partner with a stammer and two left feet, and most importantly, the return of Mma Ramotswe’s first husband, who is as hateful as we’ve been led to believe. Actually, the most important thing may be the revelation that Mma Ramotswe and Mma Makutsi prefer different kinds of tea. The best scene, I think, is when Mma Makutsi and Rra Maketoni discover the truth of what’s happening at his house.
As always, pure charm and fun, and this one manages to turn a trope I typically hate into a reveal that I quite liked.