Tagged: murder mystery
The Last Devil to Die
The Last Devil to Die: A Thursday Murder Club Mystery by Richard Osman, 3/5
This story contained some touching character development and I enjoyed how the author incorporated characters and references from previous books. I felt that the criminal-with-a-heart-of-gold archetype is getting a bit worn at this point in the series, but perhaps that is my fault for reading three Thursday Murder Club books in less than a week.
Why I read it: the fourth book in the series.
The Bullet that Missed
The Bullet that Missed: A Thursday Murder Club Mystery by Richard Osman, 4/5
This third installment in the series brings back some of the charm and wit that was missing from the second book, in my opinion.
Why I read it: the third book in the series.
The Man Who Died Twice
The Man Who Died Twice: A Thursday Murder Club Mystery by Richard Osman, 3/5
Enjoyable, though a bit less witty and charming than the first book in the series and featuring a more conventional, spy thriller plot.
Why I read it: the second in a series that started out very strong.
The Thursday Murder Club
The Thursday Murder Club: a novel by Richard Osman, 5/5
The only mystery left unsolved at the end of this charming, witty, and absolutely delightful novel is how something so polished and sparkling could be the author’s first. I read it in one day and didn’t handle distractions too gracefully, I’m afraid. It made me laugh, it made me cry, and I especially appreciated how the author took his time at the end instead of wrapping up too hastily.
Why I read it: Frustratingly, I can’t remember how I heard of this series.
Dead of Winter
Dead of Winter by Christopher Hale, 2/5
A mediocre murder mystery with vintage charm. Its main assets are its worn, vintage hardcover, old book smell, and browned pages with uneven edges. The author has faded into deserved obscurity, but the one fact about him I did manage to find was interesting: Christopher Hale was actually a woman with the imposing name of Francis Moyer Ross Stevens!
Why I read it: probably a thrift store find. I know most people nowadays see little value beyond the purely decorative in this type of vintage hardback, but I think it deserves to serve its original, more noble function: to be read.
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