Sometimes certain books come along and collide with a particular part of one's life, typically entirely coincidentally.
I was happy to be reading the new 44 Scotland Street novel during the last few weeks because it was a world quite apart from the political upheaval we've been dealing with in the States. McCall Smith's book always feel like a witty, gentle escape to me.
But then, unfortunately, I finished the book this week and the unfortunate developments in this collection of the vignettes of life on Scotland Street (and beyond) dovetailed drastically with the unfortunate events in real life.
It's not all doom and gloom, and I know that things will likely turn around in the next installment, but unfortunately this one end with discouragement that I just don't need on top of everything else right now.
There's a lot of Bruce in this one, an unfortunate defenestration (I'm convinced McCall Smith added this element purely for the love of that word), and major developments in the lives of Stuart, Irene, Bertie, and Ulysses.
If you're already addicted to the series, I would never think of suggesting you skip any of them, it's still worth reading, but beware that this time around you may not end with the same level of warm fuzziness you usually get from these.