I borrowed the first Thursday Murder Club book from the library when Swistle blogged about it last month, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. There were some spots where the plot seemed to get away from the writer, and some authorial decisions that made me say "...really?" but it was so sweet and funny that I couldn't put it down. I requested the second one right away, and I'm in the middle of it right now. This will be a short post, in fact, because I want to put on my fleece pajamas and read about murders in my nice cozy flannel-sheet-covered bed. Nothing says hygge like some nice cozy murders, right?
Now that I know the characters, they are even funnier. They make me laugh and laugh. I am hoping the body count will be a little lower in this book than in the first one, because I do not actually love reading about murders, but I will read about murders for the sake of spending more time with these characters. I want to invite them over for tea and a lemon drizzle cake or perhaps a Victoria sponge.
I am reflecting on the Sherlock Holmes stories I loved as a kid, and I am remembering how often they focused on crimes other than murder. The Red-Headed League: theft. The Copper Beeches: an involved strategy for ditching a persistent boyfriend. The Blue Carbuncle: someone is eating the wrong goose for Christmas, oh no! But it seems like contemporary crime fiction tends to require dead bodies rather than geese gone astray. I myself would enjoy crime fiction and movies more if there were more misplaced geese and fewer jump scares, but I seem to be in the minority on that one.
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