"It's back to Corduroy Mansions--the slightly dilapidated but well-lived-in mansion block in London's hip Pimlico neighborhood--for the third installment in Alexander McCall Smith's newest popular series. There's never a dull moment for the residents of Corduroy Mansions: Berthea Snark is still at work on her scathing biography of the only loathsome Liberal Democrat member of Parliament--her own son, Oedipus; literary agents Rupert Porter and Barbara Ragg are still battling each other for first crack at the manuscript of Autobiography of a Yeti; fine-arts graduate Caroline Jarvis is busy blurring the line between friendship and romance; and William French is still worrying that his son, Eddie, may never leave home, even though Eddie's got a new wealthy girlfriend. But uppermost on everyone's mind is Freddie de la Hay--William's faithful terrier (and without a doubt the only dog clever enough to have been recruited by MI6)--who has disappeared while on a mystery tour around the Suffolk countryside"--
To me, the characters in this book lack the charm I've become used to in the No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency series. I never thought I would be impatient to finish a book by McCall Smith. Perpetual philosophizing by mainly ordinary people (except for the dog, of course)
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Add a CommentTo me, the characters in this book lack the charm I've become used to in the No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency series. I never thought I would be impatient to finish a book by McCall Smith. Perpetual philosophizing by mainly ordinary people (except for the dog, of course)
Like all the Alexander MaCall Smith's book a pleasure to read. A neighborhood I would like to live in. Looking forward to the next book.