"Israel Armstrong is a passionate soul, lured to Ireland by the promise of an exciting new career. Alas, the job that awaits him is not quite what he had in mind. Still, Israel is not one to dwell on disappointment, as he prepares to drive a mobile library around a small, damp Irish town. After all, the scenery is lovely, the people are charming -- but where are the books? The rolling library's 15,000 volumes have mysteriously gone missing, and it's up to Israel to discover who would steal them ... and why. And perhaps, after that, he will tackle other bizarre and perplexing local mysteries -- like, where does one go to find a proper cappuccino and a decent newspaper?"
~~back cover
I disagree so vehemently with that description! Our Israel is NOT a passionate soul -- he's a wet, useless twit beset upon by daft, rude, conniving buggers, treated abominably and set up to be the scapegoat in some sort of fraudulent scheme by the town council. The town is certainly small and damp, but the scenery is not lovely and the people are certainly not charming: after all, he's billeted in a chicken coop that still occupied by the original inhabitants, and humiliated when he tries to complain about it. His clothes are destroyed, along with his credit cards -- leaving him without a cent to be going on with. (And the daft prat doesn't even manage to get the credit cards replaced, leaving him unable to replace his trousers, which were destroyed on the Rayburn. And he couldn't buy a cappuccino if he could find one.) His erstwhile girl friend back in London has obviously decided to curtail the proceedings as she's either gone when he calls or else cuts the conversation painfully short. He keeps on calling, obviously recapitulating the great Richard Thompson song "I thought she was saying good luck -- she was saying goodbye."
I could go on, but you get the picture. This is not a genre I've ever enjoyed, and I wouldn't have gathered up the series had I known what I was getting into. I started the second book, and just couldn't stick it.