#4 - The Thursday Murder Club
The switch of narrators was a little jarring at first but I love Fiona Shaw as I adore Lesley Manville. The gang is back and there's more murder to solve. I love the way that we get a larger "enemy" in this novel, forcing Donna and Chris further towards the club. We get more of Bogdan, always a pleasure. In this fourth book, it almost feels like the murders take a backseat and let Osman really sink his teeth into the characters themselves. There's such wonderful character development in this novel.
5/5
Quotes:
- "And there's the rub. We might see a million white swans and, yet, we are not able to say that all swans are white. Yet, we see just one black swan and we can say with absolute certainty that not all swans are white."
- "The pitch looks gorgeous, like an emerald amphitheater. Shame to spoil it with a game of football, but there we are."
- "Life is a crisis, isn't it?"
- "You understand that these people are still alive. Everyone who dies is alive. We call people 'dead' because we need a word for it but 'dead' just means that time has stopped moving forward for that person. You understand? No one dies. Not really."
- "Well, she's no longer present in a time and a space for now. She isn't anywhere or anything."
- "It is five to three in the morning. Anyone who has ever worked nights or been kept awake night after night will tell you that three AM to four AM is always the longest hour - the hour when brutal loneliness takes total control. where every tick of the clock is agony."
- "She will spend more time there, in that past. She knows that. And as the world races forward, she will fall further and further back. There comes a point when you look at your photograph albums more often than you watch the news, where you opt out of time and let it carry on doing its thing while you get on with yours. You simple stop dancing to the beat of the drum."
- "The daffodils are out very early this year. I've seen the daffodils bloom for nearly eighty years now and they are still a miracle to me. To still be here; to see the flowers that so many people won't see, every year, poking their heads up to see who's still around to enjoy the show."
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