The tale of this hapless vicar, sent to what amounts to an ecclesiastical Siberia after being rescued from a remote African village assignment because of misplaced paperwork, creates a story almost as entertaining as the obligatory murder investigation. Margaret Darby, an elderly spinster, has been murdered — and the villagers are bewildered as to who would commit such a crime. I live in hope that Agatha and Charles will end up married. Definitely the victim of a cold blooded murder. It even has its own coven of witches. I loved this latest entry in the Agatha Raisin series. But when two more murders follow the first, Agatha begins to fear for her reputation-and even her life.
The story was not as strong as some of the earlier books, and in particular I felt the absence or lack of presence - not sure which - will have to re-listen! Choppy personal relationships in sloppy order. Sadly, that's not the case any more. She is still friends with her last ex-husband — he even lives next door. There were too many suspects and nothing was fleshed out enough to even hazard a guess. Unfortunately I didn't enjoy this one at all. There is one scene where she gets ties up with her assistant, Toni, that is laugh out loud hysterical.
Thanks to Net Galley for a copy of this enjoyable read. The village is a small and very private place, she finds. Agatha even gets Charles out of a big mess in a very fun way. For me, there will never be a more perfect narrator for this series than Penelope Keith. While I thought it was funny in the first book, not so in this second book that I read.
Ex-husband James is there and quite solicitous of her welfare, but he no longer interests her--and his next-door house burns down. The story is not very compelling, despite all the dead bodies. I delighted in Aggie's abrasiveness, in the villagers' eccentricities, and in the ludicrously daft situations the characters found themselves in. There were too many suspects and nothing was fleshed out enough to even hazard a guess. Agatha is not herself; she is barely likable and her normal witty if sarcastic dialogue is missing. The characters are hard to like.
Some of her ideas do backfire, but Agatha is nothing if not persistent and she keeps on their trail with great tenacity! I thought Pushing Up Daisies was a bit disjointed but this latest Agatha Raisin adventure was even worse. No one ever mistook a Big Mac for fine dining, and yet sometimes only a fast food burger will do. The sentences were short, the story jumped from one thing to another - one minute someone was dead, and then he wasn't. This book let me down. Who isn't rooting for Agatha and Charles to get together? Oh yes, I read it in one day.
All our beloved characters are welcomed back. In isolation this is not that meaningful. In addition, the back and forth between Agatha and Charles seemed a bit pathetic instead of fun. Like mother, like daughter, Sylvia decides to do a little investigating of her own. The murder is immediate the pace faster than Usain Bolt on speed! Marion and Harry returned to Britain and bought a croft house in Sutherland where Harry reared a flock of black sheep. It's literary comfort food, and no matter how ridiculous the plots become, it's still nice to revisit Carsely, where nothing ever changes.
Beaton back on her best form. It even has its own coven of witches. These books are some of my favourite ones to pick up when I need to relax and enjoy a mystery that is not too stressful but really amusing and entertaining. From the writing it would seem her main c This was my first attempt at an Agatha Raisin mystery. I like her feisty, but she was selfish and mean-spirited. Margaret Darby, an elderly spinster, has been murdered - and the villagers are bewildered as to who would commit such a crime. As she approached the village, through the shifting fog, she saw the lightning-blasted limbs of the witches' tree.
I too want to live in a little village with other little towns all 5-10 minutes apart and gorgeous scenery. Beaton throws numerous threads into the unravelling of what should be a straightforward case as Agatha blunders around in search of a blatantly obvious motive, attempting to entertain with a humorous interlude to London, a coven of witches and a drug smoking nursing home patient. Right in front of them, aglow in the headlights, a body hangs from a gnarled tree at the edge of town. Are they the murderers or are they just the enablers? There is never a dull moment. Agatha Raisin rises to the occasion a little glad for the excitement, to tell the truth, after a long run of lost cats and divorces on the books. Molly hunched over the steering wheel.