The Mystery of Meerkat Hill

The Mystery of Meerkat Hill

ISBN: 9780345804464
Publisher: Anchor Books (Penguin Random House)
Publication Date: first published 22 October 2013 by Anchor Books (Penguin Random House)

The second in the Young Precious Ramotswe series

Having already cracked the case of the missing cakes at school, young Precious Ramotswe has a new mystery to solve. Her new friends have the funniest and most resourceful pet you can imagine, but strangely their family’s most valuable possession, their cow, has gone missing. Precious has a plan to find the missing animal, but she needs the help of another in her search. Will she succeed? What obstacles will she face?

Reviews

“The book is written with the ease of a consummate storyteller, while Iain McInstosh’s woodcuts enliven the text and handsomely depict the terrain, people, and animal life of Botswana”
BookPage
“A marvellous chapter book ideal for young readers, and, really, all fans of McCall Smith”
Booklist (Starred Review)

Excerpt

This is the story of a girl called Precious. It is also the story of a boy whose name was Pontsho, and of another girl who had a very long name. Sometimes people who have a very long name find it easier to shorten it. So this other girl was called Teb. There is no room here, I’m afraid, to give her full name, as that would take up quite…

This is the story of a girl called Precious. It is also the story of a boy whose name was Pontsho, and of another girl who had a very long name. Sometimes people who have a very long name find it easier to shorten it. So this other girl was called Teb. There is no room here, I’m afraid, to give her full name, as that would take up quite a few lines. So, like everybody else, we’ll call her Teb.

Precious’s family name was Ramotswe, which sounds like this: RAM–OT–SWEE. There: try it yourself—it’s not hard to say. She lived in a country called Botswana, which is in Africa. Botswana is very beautiful—it has wide plains that seem to go on and on as far as the eye can see, until they join the sky, which is high and empty. Sometimes, you know, when you look up at an empty sky, it seems as if it’s singing. It is very odd, but that is how it seems.