After absolutely loving the author's earlier “Less,” I was really looking forward to this sequel. Yet, this book seemed too interested in its own belly button and didn't spark. I only made it about 25% of the way through before I could no longer renew it at the library, so back it went.

Nice reference for a recent trip to New Mexico including Carlsbad, Roswell, Santa Fe, and Albequerque.

I read about 50 pages and kept asking myself, why am I reading this book? I specifically put it on hold and thought it had come from a good source of book suggestions. I finally figured out that this is the wrong “The Last Detective” and put myself out of my misery by returning the book.

To be honest, I skimmed after about 30 pages and nothing really seems to happen. It's a dreadfully dull book that I can't find any reason to recommend.

In which we are introduced to Jeeves and Bertie (when Bertie was a Mannering-Phipps!). This first installment of the twittishly hilarious Bertie and the great, all-knowing Jeeves and the adventure of extricating Gussie from foolish decisions. Quite a romp!

In which I leave Maisie Dobbs behind. She really has become insufferable.