The Double Comfort Safari Club (2010)
There's more trouble galore (don't you just love those silly old cornball statements? No? Oh, sorry, it's there now. We don't think we can take it out) for Botswana's lady detectives, indeed Botswana's only private detectives, at least in Sandy McCall Smith's imaginary Botswana, to sort out, especially, of course, Mma Ramotswe. Our favourite (cornball alert) traditionally built Motswana private detective receives a call for help from far away - beyond the grave, you might say (or not, of course). This leads to the Okavango, where Mma Ramotswe's not so intrepid associate, or is that assistant, finds her 97% of no help at all. With crocodiles galore and prowling lions, can Mma Ramotswe find her needle in the haystack?
And speaking of Ms Grace "97%" Makutsi, she finds herself in a right pickle. Poor Phuti Radiphuti comes off second best in a tangle with a delivery truck, and finds himself slightly less of a person as a result. But this brings Mma Makutsi into contact with an extremely serious rival for Phuti's affections. Will Grace lose Phuti to his aunt, a woman the complete antithesis of her kind and generous nephew? Or will Mma Ramotswe find a way to sort things out? Well, in a manner of speaking, we guess.
And speaking, yet again, of Mma Makutsi and Phuti, when the devil is their wedding going to take place? Never, of course, if the aunt has her way. But Mma Potokwani and her husband don't have an invite. She and Mma Makutsi are not the best of friends, and one has to draw the invites line somewhere. But will Mma Potokwani find a way?
But, of course, we mustn't forget Mr J L B Matekoni. What is it that he observes out on the Lobatse Road as he races (well, actually, perhaps "races" is not quite the right word when describing
Mr J L B Matekoni's driving, maybe "safely travels" would be better, so, let's continue) as he safely travels to rescue Mma Constance Mateleki, a highly regarded midwife, whose car has conked out. Mma Mateleki is one of Mma Ramotswe's best friends, and she and her husband are in some sort of trouble. Can Mma Ramotswe help? You betcha!
We haven't even mentioned the problem of the teapots, nor the news Mma Ramotswe hears about her little white van, which is not quite as crushed as she had feared. And Mma Makutsi gets a chance to buy some boots she doesn't have to pay for, and, what a surprise, they talk to her, too! And her old shoes are a bit grumpy about it.