Can you tell that I’ve been away with very little to do? The Kalahari Typing School for Men is the fourth in the No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency series.
You either like these books or you don’t – they’re slight, and inoffensive, but they take you away to another world. And although AIDS doesn’t really raise it’s head in a country (Botswana) that’s ravaged by it, it’s inferred.
Mma Ramotswe has a particularly slight case to deal with this time, although she faces a competitor who’s worked for the Jo’burg CID and has once visited New York. This impresses a lot of people. Meanwhile her assistant, Mma Makutsi, has started a typing school for men who are embarrassed about their lack of skills, and may have found love.
If I say that I read this on the train from Norwich to Liverpool Street, and the train wasn’t delayed, you’ll get an idea of how long a book like this really delays you.
As an aside, isn’t it annoying when ask for a single from Norwich to London and it’s GBP30.30. Then you ask the cost of an off-peak return and it’s GBP31.30? I payed the extra pound even though I’m not sure how I can use the ticket. It can get me one way to somewhere like Colchester, Ipswich or Diss I guess!