The Saturday Big Tent Wedding Party (No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency #12)
THE NO. 1 LADIES’ DETECTIVE AGENCY - Book 12
Fans around the world adore the bestselling No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency series, the basis of the HBO TV show, and its proprietor Precious Ramotswe, Botswana’s premier lady detective. In this charming series, Mma Ramotswe navigates her cases and her personal life with wisdom, and good humor—not to mention help from her loyal as
The main story is about a couple of dead cows and who killed them. There are lots of suspects, a confession or two which aren't necessarily the truth, and instead of a denoument a face-saving solution to the problem that has caused the torture of these two innocen...more
In this book, Precious Ramotswe thinks at one point: ". . . she would always take the time to drink tea, to look at the sky, and to talk. What else was there to do? Make money? Why? Did money bring any greater happiness than that furnished by a well-made cup of red bush tea and a moment or two with a good friend? She thought not" (p 198). Th...more
In the meantime, Grace is eagerly planning for her upcoming wedding. This entails getting the finest possible shoes. If you have read any of the...more
Mma Ramotswe’s Botswana is a nation displaced from...more
Here in Atlanta there was a local right-wing talk-show host, eventually nationally syndicated and now retired (and, I always remember, my exact same age) who used to bluster that he said what everybody else was thinking but was afraid to say--nasty, mean-spirited comments about others, of course. Alexander McCall Smi...more
This is possibly one of the slighter books and with some disappointments but some welcome familiar themes - Charlie the apprentice's waywardness, Mma Makutsi's passion for shoes. In this book there is a lot reflecting on the differences between men and women. Occasionally McCall Smith can jar when he 'g...more
Quick, light read with enough mystery for a detective agency to earn its keep, but lots of affirmation that most people really are good at heart. These books make me smile. :)
"So might we fail to see the real sadness that lies behind the acts of others; so might we look at one of our fellow men going about his business and not know of the sorrow that he is feeling, the effort that he is making, the things that he has lost."
"She looked at him fondly; that he had been sent to her, when there were so many other l...more
The main mystery in this book had an intriguing solution.
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"You are the lady to help people. The words came back to her as she made her way home that evening. It was pleasing to know that people thought of you, but worrying too. You could not help everybody-nobody could-because the world was too full of need and troubles, a wide...more
I don't know how she deals with Grace Makutsi. She's bugged me for several books now. Nobody that blunt and untactful should be allowed to do detective work. It's probably a good thing she spends most of her time typing, filing, or shoe shop...more
And perhaps we haven't seen the last of the tiny white van after all?
I wanted to read The Saturday Big Wedding Party from beginning to end without interruption. Each time I had to put it down I could hardly wait to pick it up again and find out what happened next.
Alexander McCall’s heroine, Precious, is aptly named. Mma Precious Ramotswe is the type of lady I would like to have as my next door neighbour. She has known personal tragedy, and will never cease mourning her father, yet she is not bitter. To the c...more
Mma Ramotswe shook her head. "It is very bad."
"She is a bad girl," said the maid. "It is very unfair Mma. She has all this--she has her good parents and she has their money, their food. And all the time she is bad. It is unfair, Mma."
Mma Ramotswe reached out and took the maid's hand. "Do not feel too bad about it, my sister," she said...more
Precious Ramotswe is haunted by a dream in which she is driving her dear old white van. Grace Makutsi dreams that her 97 percent on the Botswana Secretarial College exam was a mistake. When Mma Ramotswe discovers that her van is actually still in use (and, of course, sets out to retrieve it), Mma Makutsi wonders whether her dream wil...more
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"And the rest of us?" Mma Makutsi had asked. "Do we not have one heart too?"
Mma Ramotswe nodded. "Yes, we have only one heart, but as you grow older you heart grows bigger. A child loves only one or two things; we love so many things."
Mma Ramotswe smiled. "Botswana. Rain. Cattle. Friends. Our children. Our late relatives. The smell of woodsmoke in the morning. Red bush tea...”