I read the first offering "The Quiche of Death", (couldn't forgive the awful play on words!) and hoped Agatha's erratic and juvenile behaviour would improve with subsequent offerings. Alas this was not to be. Initially she came across as immature and silly. But as the second, third and fourth books progressed, I thought she just became tiresome. The stories themselves were OK, but definitely not riveting. I did find one or two flaws in "continuity" in The Potted Gardener. Can you have a sallow complexion and very, very white legs, as one character is described? And when Agatha has to leave the village for a while, she leaves her cats with her handsome neighbour, but on her return (at the start of The Walkers of Dembley), we're told that her cleaning lady had been caring for them. Maybe a trivial point, but it shows lack of attention to detail, which some readers (like myself, obviously) will pick up on. On the whole though, they were a reasonably enjoyable read, but I do not find myself enthused with curiosity to know what happens to Agatha and any subsequent developments in either her love life, or her sorties into crime detection.