A few years ago I discovered the author M C Beaton and her wonderful creation Agatha Raisin. The early retired PR manager of her own company who sells up and moves to the Cotswolds, where she sets up a detective agency.
I have read nearly all her books and can totally relate to the active 50 something who finds herself still seeking love yet aware that the years are slipping from her.
Agatha's investigations into crimes committed locally are great to read. Her blunderings into finding the culprit, her irritation of the police force.
I love the parts where Agatha finds out she is human, that the experience is too much and she breaks down in private.Often into the arms of the handsome and elusive James.
In the Wellspring of Death she finds herself constantly at loggerheads with the entire village where she is investigating. No one is nice, with no redeeming qualities. However she perseveres. She struggles against the animosity and finds the murderer.
In a sense the message is clear. Keep looking for the truth. It is out there. It is there to be found.
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