Review: The Talented Mr. Varg (Detective Varg, #2)
Gaby Meares
I am a huge fan of Alexander McCall Smith’s novels, particularly [b:The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency|7061|The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency (No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency #1)|Alexander McCall Smith|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1459953654l/7061.SY75.jpg|826298] which is an absolute delight. I’m afraid this series doesn’t particularly resonate with me. I read the first book, but can’t remember anything about it. So I thought I’d read the second book and give the series a chance. But again, I’ve almost totally forgotten what it was about - there are just no hooks to grab hold of. It’s a pleasant enough book to pass the time with, but there are so many great books about, I don’t feel my time has been well spent reading this one.
However, there was one paragraph that made me laugh out loud, and for that, I thank you very much Sandy!
Ulf looked up at the ceiling, which was painted in a light shade of green. Green was meant to be a restful colour, he thought, and that must be why Dr. Svensson had chosen it for his consulting-room ceiling. Presumably people looked up at his ceiling a lot, and he would want them to feel calmed. There were some ceilings that were definitely not calming, possibly because they said too much. A ceiling should not be strident, thought Ulf. The Sistine Chapel ceiling, for instance, said rather too much, beautiful though it may be in a Catholic sort of way. Ulf liked Protestant ceilings, which, as a rule, were less vocal.