I did this backwards.
Sometimes you make a reading mistake before you even crack open the book. In my case, I watched The Thursday Murder Club movie first.
I loved it. I laughed out loud more than once, adored the cast, and thought the whole idea of a group of retirees solving murders was delightful. If someone started a Thursday Murder Club in my town, I'd probably be first in line to join. (Minus the actual murders, of course.)
Then I picked up Richard Osman's novel. And that's when I realized I had done this completely backward.
The book is every bit as well written as I'd hoped. Osman has a warm, witty style, and it's easy to see why readers have fallen in love with Elizabeth, Joyce, Ron, and Ibrahim. Spending time with them is genuinely enjoyable. The problem was that I watched the movie first, and by the time I started the novel, I already knew how the mystery unfolded. Instead of wondering who did it, I was simply waiting for the characters to arrive at conclusions I already knew were coming. That changed the reading experience more than I expected.
The story takes its time introducing residents, police officers, developers, family members, and anyone else who might eventually matter. Rather than racing through the mystery, it invites you to settle into the retirement community and simply enjoy the company. I think that's exactly what Richard Osman intended.
This isn't a high-octane thriller that grabs you by the collar. It's a cozy mystery that asks you to pour a cup of tea, pull up a chair, and spend time with some wonderfully clever people who happen to investigate murders in their spare time.
Normally, I love books that move with a little more urgency. Give me a body in chapter one and a detective chasing clues by chapter two, and I'm a happy reader. The Thursday Murder Club is content to wander, chat, and let the mystery unfold at its own pace.
If I have one regret, it's watching the movie first. I suspect the novel would have landed even better if I hadn't already known the destination. Instead of enjoying the mystery, I was mostly appreciating the journey.
Fortunately, it's a pleasant journey.
The humor is wonderfully dry, the friendships are charming, and the retirement community is filled with people I'd happily spend an afternoon with. In fact, I'd join the Thursday Murder Club in a heartbeat. Just don't ask me to keep track of all the suspects without a notebook.
Sometimes a four-star book isn't one that keeps you up until two in the morning. Sometimes it's simply one that's well written, charming, and thoroughly enjoyable ... even if you accidentally spoiled it for yourself before turning the first page.





















