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This might be a good time to find out why Peter Hynd's arrival in nearby Drim was causing so much trouble. An attractive, unmarried man with an independent income would always attract attention in such a small place. But this time Hynd's arrival seems to have caused bitter rivalry among the women of Drim. Hamish finds their petty fights amusing and a clever excuse to avoid Priscilla and her schemes for a new electric stove (to replace his beloved woodburning appliance), a posh new bathroom, and virtuous nutrition. Amusing, that is, until death threats, physical abuse, and murder make statistical history in one of Scotland's most picture postcard-perfect towns.
M. C. Beaton worked as a Fleet Street journalist. She is the author of the Agatha Raisin novels, the Hamish Macbeth series, and an Edwardian murder-mystery series. She divides her time between Paris and the Cotswolds, where she lives in a village very much like Agatha Raisin’s beloved Carsely.
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By Julie on 09-16-17
Answered all my questions
I tried all the other books but no I know why he has probables with his love take her to beds it better than his mindset about her
By Mary Carnegie on 01-04-17
Not too credible but amusing and well narrated.
These stories are replete with people lacking in insight, and regularly drained of the milk of human kindness, but have the advantages of avoiding excessive horror, only murdering unpleasant people (never children, or random innocents).
Maybe it's the climate of Sutherland, or a hereditary/cultural Celtic aversion to early sexual relationships, late marriage having once been essential for economic reasons, but almost any incomer with a more relaxed attitude towards physical contact can disrupt wee village societies.
Life in Sutherland seems to be governed by extremes: weather, winter of almost perpetual darkness, summer never dark: women either wear silly shoes, "sheer black stockings", extra-short skirts and plunging necklines, or tweed everything (even knickers) possibly more appropriate for the climate most of the year.
Men are either teetotal or drink to excess (more often), married women are supposed to stay at home cleaning stuff, happy marriages are impossible, mutual toleration is best anyone can hope for, children are unloved, and Hamish or anyone else who could show any smeddum ought to move to Edinburgh, or Perth, or Stirling, or Aberdeen.
The author doesn't seem to have much respect for humanity, but perhaps it's easier to sell books which pander to the vanity of all of us, which allow us to feel superior.