Every now and again one should allow him/herself to read something
light. Well, maybe this book was a bit too light, but hey…
Unlike his Sunday Philosophy Club
– so pretentious (yet with some banal and trite philosophical quotes for anyone
who has taken a few classes), snob, and with a protagonist that is always so
right you want to pull your arm off, just so you can have something to throw at
her (cit. Joey Trebbiani, Friends) - The No.1 Ladies Detective Agency is delicate and sweet, or maybe it just feels
that way because I am a lot further from the reality of Botswana than that of
Edinburgh.
But can you consider a book that you read with this ease an actual work
of literature, or is it just semi-pointless entertainment?
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