Yesterday I went to the bookshop with the very specific purpose of buying something satisfying but not especially arduous that I could curl up with on the sofa (to cough more, so boring) in an autumnal way.
I bought We Solve Murders by Richard Osman, just to hasten his journey to the top of the bestseller list - deserved journey, I should say. I love the Thursday Murder Club series, apart from the morally incoherent one where they frame a 16 year old child because he mugged poor old Ibrahim. So they destroy his life, in collusion with their police friends (who also, if I remember correctly, breezily hand around photos of a corpse over a cosy evening involving wine and crisps). But everyone’s allowed a misstep, and I loved the book after that - in fact it made me cry as well as laugh - so all is well again. Very deft characterisation, truly excellent jokes, plots that rattle along - Richard Osman is the definition of someone doing something hard and making it look easy. I’m really looking forward to this one, which is the start of a new series, i.e. not TMC. (I can’t wait for TMC to be on Netflix - it has an incredible cast).