This book goes into the “not for me” pile.
The novelty of the idea of having sheep as detectives who solve the mystery of their murdered shepherd wore off after three chapters.
I DID chuckle when reading the first chapter at the author’s choice of names for the sheep – she was clearly riffing on famous detective characters or other well-known literary figures.
But then the book simply bored me completely.
I didn’t even bother to skip to the end for closure.
I couldn’t care less who murdered the shepherd.