Blue Shoes and Happiness
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A cobra has been found in Precious Ramotswe’s office. Then a nurse from a local medical clinic reveals to Mma Ramotswe that faulty blood-pressure readings are being recorded there. And it looks as though Aunty Emang, the advice columnist in the local newspaper, may not be what she seems.
It all means a lot of work for Mma Ramotswe and her inestimable assistant, Grace Makutsi, and they are, of course, up to the challenge. But there’s trouble brewing in Mma Makutsi’s own life. Her greedy uncles are demanding an extra-large bride price from her well-to-do fiancé, a man of substance, Phuti Radiphuti, and though money may buy her that fashionably narrow (and uncomfortable) pair of blue shoes, it won’t buy her the happiness that Mma Ramotswe promises her she’ll find in simpler things – in contentment with the world and enough tea to smooth over the occasional bumps in the road.
From the Hardcover edition.
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When you are just the right age, as Mma Ramotswe was, and when you have seen a bit of life, as Mma Ramotswe certainly had, then there are some things that you just know. And one of the things that was well known to Mma Ramotswe, only begetter of the No. 1 Ladies'...
1. "We are all human beings, and human beings can’t really help themselves. Have you noticed that, Mma? We can’t really help ourselves from doing things that land us in all sorts of trouble" (p. 4). From this observation, spoken by Mma Ramotswe to Mma Makutsi, proceeds the plot of Blue Shoes and...
“Once again, McCall Smith skilfully--yet, charmingly--navigates the boundary between natural sweetness and making your teeth hurt…. Pitched like a well-crafted pop song--cozy, resilient, as ephemeral as the morning breeze across Mma Ramotswe’s verandah on Zebra Drive--his narratives are sincerely felt and expressed, from the scrubby grassroots up.” The Globe and Mail
“A few hours spent with Precious Ramotswe and her friends is always time well spent.” St. Louis Post-Dispatch