I have never been struck so rabidly obsessed with a novel until I picked up “The Thursday Murder Club.” Truly foaming at the mouth for this whodunnit, a frolicking tale expertly winding from character to character in the most pleasant retirement village. If put to film, something like a Wes Anderson sepia touched, gritty yet whimsical comedy would only do it justice. I cannot recommend this book enough, unless you hate murder and also fun.

Using infectious narration, cunning dialogue, and a twisting and turning plot that never becomes nauseating, Osman creates an alternate reality where we as readers are also softly alcoholic British octogenarians cracking a case around a jigsaw puzzle table. “Murder Club” has cemented me into the reality that I have become a die-hard cozy mystery fan in my old age. Pour me a cuppa because I am committed to these characters, for however long we have them, they are violently old.

I laughed, I cried, I added the next two in the series to my reading list.

5/5 I wished I developed non-threatening short term memory loss so I could read it again immediately after I put it down.