It's very difficult for me to write a review of this, for a number of reasons. First of all, for a review to make any sense to you, you will need to have read the previous books in the utterly delightful 44 Scotland Street series for it to make any sense, and secondly, if that is the case then you already know how completely charming these books are and I'll be preaching to the choir! Seriously though, I can think of few authors who make me think and laugh out loud as much as Alexander McCall-Smith. Reading his latest book is like catching up with old friends that you havven't seen for ages but still love to bits. There is a warmth and a humanity and a deep, deep vein of rich humour that runs through all of these books, and I just love them. I wish I could restrain myself, when I get a new McCall-Smith, to reading only a little at a time, but I can't. I just have to devour it in huge big gulps and then I'm left, bereft, with only the next episode to look forward to.
This book carries on several of the story themes from the previous novels, but concentrates particularly on the delightful Bertie and his struggles with his mother, the idiotic and self-obsessesed Irene. The final chapters are bitter-sweet in the extreme and only the hardest-hearted would not feel a little lump in their throat when reading about Bertie's latest adventures. If you haven't read any of this series, please do. The books are a complete joy.