Agatha Raisin y la jardinera asesinada

Agatha Raisin is a rather normal middle-aged woman, in that she's getting old and looks like it, too :-D
In this book, there's a new lady in town, who is trying very hard to be the perfect woman, while she is pretty much not that. And, frankly, I think she deserved what she got. Goldfish, even plants, are important. And she was murdering people's spirits. Nasty piece of work, that one. Apparently, her daughter is the same way.

Also, after reading his confession of having had sex with her, my opinion of him went down the drain. Especially his way of describing it... I felt bad for her. It was obviously more than “just sex” for her, but who cares about what women think, especially “perfect” women. I suppose she shouldn't be well-kept, beautiful, and sexy if she wants to be treated with respect. I don't like him very much. Maybe it's because he reminds me very much of a man in my life. He was a charming a-hole, too. Handsome, very good company when he wanted to, vanished like a fart in Sahara when things got in any way uncomfortable... you know, like a lot of men are used to do. No need to take any responsibility for your actions and choices, because there'll always be women to clean up after you, forgive you, defend you, excuse your actions, be there for you...