The Kalahari Typing School For Men, by Alexander McCall Smith

I’m not sure, but I think Mr. Smith is slacking off.

I mean to say, I read the book in part of an afternoon, and it isn’t like I
didn’t do anything else. Plus, for a
mystery novel about a private detective agency there wasn’t much detection
in, or much that was mysterious either. Granted, that’s never been a big part
of the series anyway, but the lack is more pronounced this time around.
I’ve always said that I like mystery series with strong continuing characters, but there should be more to a mystery novel than the continuing soap opera of the sleuth and her loved ones.

I enjoyed, it I guess; but had this been the first in the series, I doubt
I’d have gone on to the second.