Happy Friday the 13th, friends! I finally drove myself into the city for the first time since getting sick almost a month ago and it was Not Pleasant. But at least I have a bunch of more than pleasant books to look forward to reading soon, beginning with Fergus Craig’s delightfully titled I’m Not The Only Murderer In My Retirement Home.
Carol is anticipating a cozy, relaxing retirement in the luxury of the posh Sheldon Oaks community. Decades in a cramped prison cell were not, after all, the most conducive to pursuing her non-murderous hobbies. If she can keep her past criminal record as a serial killer quiet, maybe she’ll even be able to make a few friends with whom to see out the rest of her golden years in happy anonymity.
That dream unfortunately dies after a fellow resident, who just happens to have once been a police commissioner, is found dead from unnatural causes. Turns out that he wasn’t the only retired member of law enforcement or the judicial system to live at Sheldon Oaks either, as Carol soon learns to her consternation. Worse, the truth of her own past comes out, making for some very awkward Bingo sessions with her new-found friends. Suspicion for the murder quickly falls on Carol, who’ll have to resort to everything short of killing again to prove her innocence, and to find and catch who really dunnit.








