The Saturday Big Tent Wedding Party, Paperback
3.5 out of 5 (2 ratings)


As the countdown to Mma Makutsi's wedding begins, all is not as it should be at the No.1 Ladies' Detective Agency.

While investigating unpleasant occurrences on a southern cattle-post, Mma Ramotswe, always on the side of the weak against the strong, has reason to reflect on Rule No.3 of The Principles of Private Detection: never lie to the client.

Apprentice mechanic Charlie seems to be avoiding certain important responsibilities. And as Mma Makutsi's big day approaches, her nemesis Violet Sephotho is casting her net wider: by standing for election which could spell trouble for the entire nation.

But as friends and family gather under starry African night skies, it turns out that even the most perplexing of apparitions - and the most shocking of crimes - may yield to rational explanation. And, of course, to Mma Ramotswe's inimitable way with love, intuition and redbush tea.




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Nothing new here, and that's a good thing. The continuing tale of Mma Ramotswe and her friends and family, where compassion and love are the best tools for dealing with the foibles of human nature. As it says on the back cover this is "the one where Mma Makutsi gets married". A lovely read.

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'It's not that I don't like Mma Potokwani,' she had said. 'She is a very great lady - One of the greatest in Botswana. But . . .' 'You do not need to say it,' said Phuti. 'She is also a very bossy lady. A good, but bossy lady. I think that there are many people like that. Mma Makutsi smiled. 'Yes. have you noticed how she tells us to eat up after she put the food on the table? It is as if she is talking to one of the children. "Eat up now - leave nothing on your plate." Have you noticed that?' Phuti had. 'And she even told me the other day that I could have another piece of cake if I was good. I think she forgets that we are adults.'As Mma Makutsi's wedding is approaching fast, she is preoccupied by finding the perfect pair of shoes, and horrified when she learns about Violet Sephotho's latest scheme. Mma Ramotswe is haunted by thoughts of her beloved little white van, after seeing what she believes to be its ghost driving along a road. Mma Ramotswe She has other things on her mind too, when she is asked to investigate a very un-Botswanan crime indeed, and learns about the latest mess that Charlie the feckless apprentice has got himself into, both of which lead to musings about the hard life some women still lead in the modern Botswana, and the way they are still treated by some men. I wasn't that impressed by this book actually; the drama of the wedding shoes was forgotten about for most of book and dismissed in a couple of sentences at the end, while Violet didn't appear in person and her it wasn't until the end of the book, that it was mentioned again and Mma Potokwani suggested a way to foil Violet's plans. i suppose it is possible that the Violet issue may carry over into the next book in the series, but it seemed to me as if the author raised introduced two sources of drama early on and then dropped them after deciding to concentrate on the cattle mutilation case instead. The wedding at the end also seemed over and done with far too quickly, and it wasn't really believable that Mma Potokwani wasn't originally invited to the wedding when she had looked after Phuti Radiphuti so well as he recuperated after his accident.