Let me start by saying, this book is like a warm cup of tea with a dash of mischief. The Thursday Murder Club introduces us to four retirees who turn their weekly meetups into crime-solving sessions. The concept alone had me hooked—imagine Miss Marple, but with a squad!

The characters are the heart of this story. Elizabeth, the ex-spy with a knack for getting her way; Joyce, the sweet but sharp diary-keeper; Ibrahim, the thoughtful psychiatrist; and Ron, the loudmouthed union man. Their banter feels so real, you’d swear you’re eavesdropping at their retirement village.

Now, let’s talk pacing. The first half? A bit slow, like a leisurely stroll through the English countryside. But stick with it—once the actual murder happens (yes, in their own backyard!), the story kicks into high gear. The twists come fast, and I loved how Osman plays with expectations. Just when I thought I had it figured out… nope!

One minor gripe: the shifting perspectives can be jarring. One chapter you’re in Joyce’s head, the next you’re following a detective. It’s like channel surfing during your favorite show—you might miss something good.

The humor is delightfully British—dry wit and understated jokes that sneak up on you. I actually snorted at one of Elizabeth’s deadpan remarks (earning weird looks from my cat). And despite dealing with murder, it never gets too dark. No graphic violence here—just clever deductions and plenty of sherry.

Perfect for: Book clubs (so much to discuss!), fans of Agatha Christie-style mysteries but with modern flair, or anyone who wants a smart yet cozy read. Not ideal if you prefer fast-paced thrillers from page one.

Final verdict? 4/5 stars docked slightly for the slow start but boosted right back up by that brilliant ending that made me immediately check when Book 2 comes out.