The seventh book in the “No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency” series seems to be a bit of a departure from the rest. There’s a blackmail plot, a snake in the office, an advice columnist who doesn’t seem to give advice so much as make vague comments, a snake in the office, a wounded bird (literally, not metaphorically) and a pair of blue shoes that are very pretty, but may be a bit too small.
There’s also Mma Ramotswe considering *gasp* a diet, despite her belief that she is the exact shape Botswanan women are traditionally meant to be, and Mma Makutsi learns the hard way the misconceptions people have regarding feminism. It’s charming, like all the books in the series, but struck an off-kilter note for me, I think because there was an emphasis on people pondering changing not because of a flaw they have or because of something that needs to be changed or improved, or because of growth as a person, but because would conform to the expectations of others.
There’s also Mma Ramotswe considering *gasp* a diet, despite her belief that she is the exact shape Botswanan women are traditionally meant to be, and Mma Makutsi learns the hard way the misconceptions people have regarding feminism. It’s charming, like all the books in the series, but struck an off-kilter note for me, I think because there was an emphasis on people pondering changing not because of a flaw they have or because of something that needs to be changed or improved, or because of growth as a person, but because would conform to the expectations of others.