Crankier than ever, Agatha Raisin wants to forget that her husband left her to enter a monastery—a turn of affairs more humiliating than when she caught him with a mistress. She feels abandoned, fat, frumpy, and absolutely furious.
What are her options? She takes an island vacation and joins a Pilates class. But what finally lifts her spirits is finding a corpse. The dead girl is a member of Agatha’s exercise class, afloat in a rain-swollen river, dressed in a bridal gown, and clutching a wedding bouquet. Agatha’s policeman friend Bill Wong suggests she leave this macabre murder to the Worcester CID.
Pah! What do they know? Once she enlists the aid of the bachelor mystery writer next door, puts on a disguise, and interviews some likely suspects, Agatha will be her brash, redoubtable self again—unless she becomes the killer’s next victim first.
Agatha Raisin and the Day the Floods Came by M.C. Beaton
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Even when I think about these books I just laugh. I don’t want to the series to end. I listened to the audiobook version, narrated by Penelope Keith, always a joy. As before, I’d recommend this series to anyone looking for a lighthearted, older in wisdom yet relevant look at life circumstances in a humorous way.
The feminist rebellion piece got me. The satire is such an anchor to every aspect of this series.
The writing always matches each character so perfectly well. From Agatha’s abrupt, curt, stupidly honest, troublesome, yet enduring and relatable manner. Stumbling through life as is. Unraveled, unpolished, yet at one time a charm, always finds herself in the most hilarious, well-intended, deeper meaning, yet more dire of circumstances.
One line says it all.
“Agatha was silent on the road to Redditch. Her conscience, never usually very active, was beginning to bother her.”
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