Agatha Raisin and the Terrible Tourist

Oh, dear... when she decides to run after James to Cyprus, I knew it wasn't going to end well.

I really HATE her running after James. He isn't worth it. Loving someone should make you feel happy. Comfortable. Safe. Not worried, not trying to become something he'd like, not trying to change yourself and your habits. When I think about my husband, I smile. When I think about that other guy, the one James reminds me of, I get sad. I feel worthless. I feel ugly and disgusting and not good enough. And it feels like that's what Agatha feels when she's with James or thinks about him.

That's not all that happened in this book, of course, but the rest isn't very nice either.
She's being accused of killing people to upkeep her fame as a crime fighter.
People are being nasty to her.
People are trying to kill her.
And Charles is being an a-hole. Also... I don't think Agatha is his type. She isn't anything like Deborah!

I'm not going to say that these mysteries are full of suspense or even that satisfying once you reach the end, but I sure like Agatha Raisin as a character and all of her antics.