The Postscript Murders

First, I should preface this review by stating that Elly Griffiths has been a favorite author of mine since I plucked her out of a charity shop on the way to catch a plane in Manchester and have been scrambling to fill my bookshelves with anything she cares to pen since. Her Ruth Galloway series is my favorite, The Brighton Mysteries are wonderful, and now her Harbinder Kaur novels have me hooked as well.

Therefore, it was with great joy that I found The Postscript Murders in my mailbox and immediately devoured it in one sitting. This time Detective Sergeant Kaur gets drawn into the murder investigation of ninety-year-old Peggy who, on the surface, seems to have died from natural causes. After Peggy’s caregiver, Natalka, a woman with her own interesting past, and Benedict, coffee shop owner and former monk, decide to investigate their friend’s death and are held at gunpoint by a masked man in Peggy’s empty apartment, DS Kaur decides that things may not be as obvious as they seem.

Griffiths’ characters, as usual, are well-developed and interesting—if not always lovable, and the situations and settings she throws them into make for purely enjoyable reading. I would certainly consider these cozy mysteries, but what on earth is wrong with that?