“No one had an easy time with George,” said the long-nosed man. They definitely don’t know who “God” is - this leads to some particularly funny instances where they think God is the murderer because “only God knows where George has gone off to”. They don’t really know the right words for human cultural inventions - such as perfume, languages, poetry, revolvers, churches. The mystery itself was kind of confusing, because everything is being told from the sheep’s perspective. They also make up one of the last standing Cladoir flocks of Ireland.

There’s clever Miss Maple (not Miss Marple), the turning-senile Sir Ritchfield, the rebellious Othello, the adventurous Melmoth, and Mopple with the very good memory. That includes the butcher, the priest, the local do-gooder, his ex-wife, his potential girlfriend, his rival sheep-breeder, the local no-good village boys, and so forth. George the shepherd has been murdered, and loads of people in this small Irish village are eyeing his sheep and his caravan. I was easy prey because I’m all for light, breezy reads right now (still going through a reading slump!). The book happens to be about a flock of sheep playing detective. Three Bags Full is apparently one of those books where nothing bad happens to our main characters - at least that’s what the commenters said on this Tor post by Jo Walton. So I turned to Leonie Swann’s Three Bags Full, a book translated from German to English (thanks to BookWyrm Knits for telling me that). August was supposed to be Women in Translation month.

Three bags full novel