The Thursday Murder Club

It's taken me a full month to admit to myself that I'm not going to finish reading this. Why? Because I LOVE Richard Osman. LOVE HIM. He's so witty and funny and intelligent and charming... so a book written by him would have to be all those things, right? Except it's not. sigh. I got 25% into this and I couldn't muster up any interest in who the murderer was, or in any of the lead characters, or in what was going on in general. It just felt really dry and dull.

Maybe it's just me, because this book was so well-received and so popular, but I was just bored. Back in the day I would have kept reading just in case it improved, but I'm older now, I have nearly 1000 books on my TBR, and life's too short. Sorry, Richard. I do still love you, though.