I don’t know how much more I can continue to say about these books, as my love for them is not diminishing but only growing, and the books are so consistent with what I love about them, I don’t want to just be saying the same things every time a new one is published. But I guess I’m going to anyway! Sorry.
But not really.
Our four septuagenarians are still at it, solving murders on Thursdays, and hopefully things have calmed down after the chaos of their last big case. Now they have their sights set on the murder of a newscaster ten years before who worked near where they live (and it doesn’t hurt that Joyce has a little crush on the newscaster they are trying to rope in to helping them with the investigation, as he was a close friend and colleague of hers before she was murdered). The plot descends into jollity, murder, and capers, as always with touches of real emotion mixed in along the way.
A delightful thing that is becoming clear as these books go on is that the four pensioners (retirees for my fellow North Americans) are really beginning to collect a crowd of friends/sources/people they can use when they need to as time goes on. But the people are completely willing to help and be blatantly used because they’re so charmed by this oddball group of old people still kicking around when most around them are in the process of giving up.
Also there’s a dog in this called Alan.
(Speaking of animals, I still haven’t figured out why there’s a fox on all the covers. I love foxes so I’m not complaining, but there are no foxes in the books. Is it because some of them are foxy? Like, wily, not hot. Although, apparently Ibrahim is quite the looker.)
