Miracle at Speedy Motors image
Miracle at Speedy Motors McCall Smith, Alexander Edition: 2008 Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group Number of Pages: 224 ISBN10: 0375424482 ISBN13: 9780375424489 Dimensions: 5.75" w x 8.75" l x 1.00" h Weight: 0.79 lbs. Binding: Trade Cloth Language: English

Description

We Are All Care of One Another The correct address of Precious Ramotswe, Botswana7;s foremost solver of problems-in the sense that this was where she could be found between eight in the morning and five in the afternoon, except when she was not there-was The No. 1 Ladies7; Detective Agency, c/o Tlokweng Road Speedy Motors, Gaborone, Botswana. The 0;care of1; was a matter of some disagreement betwe...We Are All Care of One Another The correct address of Precious Ramotswe, Botswana7;s foremost solver of problems-in the sense that this was where she could be found between eight in the morning and five in the afternoon, except when she was not there-was The No. 1 Ladies7; Detective Agency, c/o Tlokweng Road Speedy Motors, Gaborone, Botswana. The 0;care of1; was a matter of some disagreement between Mma Ramotswe and Grace Makutsi, her assistant and 0;right-hand lady,1; as she put it. Mma Makutsi, with all the dignity of one who had received ninety-seven per cent in the final examinations of the Botswana Secretarial College, took the view that to say that the agency wascare ofSpeedy Motors was to diminish its importance, even if it was true that the agency occupied a small office at the side of the garage. Those who really counted in this life, she maintained, were usually notcare ofanybody. 0;We are the ones they come looking for,1; she argued, with perhaps less than perfect logic. 0;When people come to this place, Mma, they look for us, not for the garage. The garage customers all know where the garage is. So our name should be first in the address, not the other way round, Mma. If anything,Speedy Motorsshould be care of us.1; She looked at Mma Ramotswe as she said this, and then quickly added: 0;That is not to say that Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni and his garage are not important, Mma. That is not to say such a thing. It is just a question of . . .1; Mma Ramotswe waited for her assistant to complete the sentence, but nothing further came. That was the trouble with Mma Makutsi, she thought; she left things hanging in the air, often the most important things. What was it a question of? It must be a question of status, she decided; Mma Makutsi could be very prickly about that. There had been that business about her being described as 0;senior secretary1; when she had only been in the job for a couple of months and when there was nobody junior to her in the firm; in fact, when there was nobody else at all in the firm. Then, once she had been promoted to assistant detective, it had not been long before she had asked when she could expect to be an 0;associate detective.1; That promotion had come, as had her earlier advancement, at a time when Mma Ramotswe had been feeling guilty about something or other and had felt the need to smooth ruffled feathers. But now that she was an associate detective it was difficult to see what the next step could be. She had a suspicion that Mma Makutsi hankered after the title of 0;chief detective1;-a suspicion which was founded on Mma Ramotswe7;s having found in the waste-paper basket a crumpled piece of paper on which Mma Makutsi had been trying out new signatures. Not only were there several attempts atMma Grace Radiphuti, Radiphuti being the surname of her fianc'233;, Phuti, but there was also a scrawled signature,Grace Makutsi, under which she had writtenChief Detective. Mma Ramotswe had re-crumpled the paper and tossed it back into the basket. She felt bad about having read it in the first place; one should not look uninvited at the papers of another, even if they have been discarded. And it was entirely understandable, normal even, that an engaged woman should practise the signature she will use after her marriage. Indeed, Mma Ramotswe suspected that most women secretly experimented with a new signature shortly after meeting a man they looked upon with favour-even if that man had not expressed any interest in them. A handsome and eligible man might expect to have his name tried out in this way by many women who fancied themselves on his arm, and there was no harm in this, she thought, unless one believed thIn the latest installment of this infinitely enjoyable and best-selling series, Precious Ramotswe is doing what she does best--helping people with their problems and enjoying the simple pleasures of life. Mma Ramotswe is busy investigating her latest case: a woman who is looking for her family. The problem is, the woman doesn't know her real name of whether any members of her family are now living. Meanwhile, Phuti Radiphuti has bought Mma Makutsi a glorious new bed. Unfortunately, it will inadvertently cause her several sleepless nights. And life is no less complicated at Tlokweng Road Speedy Motors, where Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni--Mma Ramotswe's estimable husband--has fallen under the sway of a doctor who has promised a miracle cure for his daughter's medical condition, which Mma Ramotswe finds hard to believe. But Precious Ramotswe deals with these difficulties with her usual grace and good humor, and in the end discovers that the biggest miracles in life are often the small ones.Praise for The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency Series "Alexander McCall Smith's big-hearted Botswanan stories [allow] his readers to escape into a world of simple, picturesque pleasures and upstanding virtues." --The New York Times Book Review "The best, most charming, honest, hilarious, and life-affirming books to appear in years." --The Plain Dealer "Utterly enchanting... It is impossible to come away from an Alexander McCall Smith 'mystery novel' without a smile on the lips and warm fuzzies in the heart." --Chicago Sun-Times "As pleasing as a cup of red bush tea." --Entertainment Weekly "Beguiling, lyrical... Blessed with McCall Smith's richly detailed portraits of life in Africa and his flair for storytelling with an engaging cast of fully realized characters." --Los Angeles Times Book Review "Delightful... Millions of readers around the world seem to hunger for the kindness, dignity, and humor McCall Smith celebrates in Mma Ramotswe." --The OregonianWe Are All Care of One Another The correct address of Precious Ramotswe, Botswana's foremost solver of problemsin the sense that this was where she could be found between eight in the morning and five in the afternoon, except when she was not therewas The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency, c/o Tlokweng Road Speedy Motors, Gaborone, Botswana. The "care of" was a matter of some disagreement between Mma Ramotswe and Grace Makutsi, her assistant and "right-hand lady," as she put it. Mma Makutsi, with all the dignity of one who had received ninety-seven per cent in the final examinations of the Botswana Secretarial College, took the view that to say that the agency wascare ofSpeedy Motors was to diminish its importance, even if it was true that the agency occupied a small office at the side of the garage. Those who really counted in this life, she maintained, were usually notcare ofanybody. "We are the ones they come looking for," she argued, with perhaps less than perfect logic. "When people come to this place, Mma, they look for us, not for the garage. The garage customers all know where the garage is. So our name should be first in the address, not the other way round, Mma. If anything,Speedy Motorsshould be care of us." She looked at Mma Ramotswe as she said this, and then quickly added: "That is not to say that Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni and his garage are not important, Mma. That is not to say such a thing. It is just a question of . . ." Mma Ramotswe waited for her assistant to complete the sentence, but nothing further came. That was the trouble with Mma Makutsi, she thought; she left things hanging in the air, often the most important things. What was it a question of? It must be a question of status, she decided; Mma Makutsi could be very prickly about that. There had been that business about her being described as "senior secretary" when she had only been in the job for a couple of months and when there was nobody junior to her in the firm; in fact, when there was nobody else at all in the firm. Then, once she had been promoted to assistant detective, it had not been long before she had asked when she could expect to be an "associate detective." That promotion had come, as had her earlier advancement, at a time when Mma Ramotswe had been feeling guilty about something or other and had felt the need to smooth ruffled feathers. But now that she was an associate detective it was difficult to see what the next step could be. She had a suspicion that Mma Makutsi hankered after the title of "chief detective"a suspicion which was founded on Mma Ramotswe's having found in the waste-paper basket a crumpled piece of paper on which Mma Makutsi had been trying out new signatures. Not only were there several attempts atMma Grace Radiphuti, Radiphuti being the surname of her fiance, Phuti, but there was also a scrawled signature,Grace Makutsi, under which she had writtenChief Detective. Mma Ramotswe had re-crumpled the paper and tossed it back into the basket. She felt bad about having read it in the first place; one should not look uninvited at the papers of another, even if they have been discarded. And it was entirely understandable, normal even, that an engaged woman should practise the signature she will use after her marriage. Indeed, Mma Ramotswe suspected that most women secretly experimented with a new signature shortly after meeting a man they looked upon with favoureven if that man had not expressed any interest in them. A handsome and eligible man might expect to have his name tried out in this way by many women who fancied themselves on his arm, and there was no harm in this, she thought, unless one believed th (more) (less)

2 listings from $15.45

sort by 
Bookmiester - 0% (0 total feedback)
| Condition: Used (Very Good)

We ship daily and give all domestic shipments a tracking numbers, which are sent to you. * Standard U.S.Media: 4 to 14 business days after shipping
Used (Very Good) $15.45
Shipping new window $2.99
add to bag
TextbooksRus.com - 88% (9 total feedback)
| Condition: New

Fast Shipping from Ohio!
New $22.49
Shipping new window $2.99
add to bag

1 listing from $22.49

sort by 
TextbooksRus.com - 88% (9 total feedback)
| Condition: New

Fast Shipping from Ohio!
New $22.49
Shipping new window $2.99
add to bag

1 listing from $15.45

sort by 
Bookmiester - 0% (0 total feedback)
| Condition: Used (Very Good)

We ship daily and give all domestic shipments a tracking numbers, which are sent to you. * Standard U.S.Media: 4 to 14 business days after shipping
Used (Very Good) $15.45
Shipping new window $2.99
add to bag