Author: M.C. Beaton
I can't seem to resist the pull of an unread Agatha Raisin book. No matter how I dislike the way she gets on with the men in her life, I can't resist her bull-headed plod to solving mysteries.
A very quick read, almost over too soon, and another single white male neighbour (where do they all come from?) and three more vicious murders, solved by a hunch that arose from less than gratifying memory of her misspent youth. Maybe that's what I like: she's hopelessly imperfect and fully aware of it, like the rest of us. Go Agatha!
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