DNF at page 100. I got bored and started skimming ahead, which I usually avoid, but in this case it saved me a few wasted hours of reading. I thought after the last book that maybe McCall Smith was running out of ideas, but it turns out he was keeping at least one up his sleeve, and it’s one of my least favorite things to come across in a book (or anywhere, for that matter).
I’m done. So long, No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency, and thanks for all the warm fuzzies you gave me in the past.