Wayward daughters. Missing Husbands. Philandering partners. Curious conmen. If you’ve got a problem, and no one else can help you, then pay a visit to Precious Ramotswe, Botswana’s only – and finest – female private detective. Her methods may not be conventional, and her manner not exactly Miss Marple, but she’s got warmth, wit and canny intuition on her side, not to mention Mr J.L.B. Maketoni, the charming proprietor of Tlokweng Road Speedy Motors. And Precious is going to need them all as she sets out on the trail of a missing child, a case that tumbles our heroine into a hotbed of strange situations and more than a little danger …Delightfully different, THE NO.1 LADIES’ DETECTIVE AGENCY offers a captivating glimpse of an unusual world.
Written entirely as dialogue, Two Pints by Roddy Doyle, is just like listening to two blokes at the bar while you are waiting for your pint of Guinness.
Ribbing each other, discussing the issues of the day, and of course setting the world to rights. Mostly irreverent, but just as often, this is underscored by something a little deeper.
Sir Terry is most definitely back on form with this one. Even though I hit a month-long reading slump just as I started it (it and about 6 other books in an attempt to break the slump) I finally got back on track about a week ago and spent an enjoyable few days, running around Victorian sewers with Dodger and his friends.
The Last Quarkbeast was a brilliantly fun read, that had me grinning stupidly for most of it…
Thirteen-year-old, Elliot Allagash has been thrown out of nearly every private school in New York, it’s only because of his fathers rather large donation, that he probably won’t be thrown out of this one. On his first day there he pushes fellow thirteen-year-old, Seymour Herson on the stairs. Partly because he recognises Seymour to be on the bottom rung of… Read more →