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I get why people like it. I also understand why they might not. Osman is trying too hard with this narrative, and it shifts among a number of people in limited third person. However, it interrupts the narration with diary entries from Joyce, a newcomer to the Thursday group at the Coopers Chase retirement home. She's a former nurse who does particularly well at being a disarming ditherer. Eventually, she gets to the point, but part of the delight is the daffy dialogue.

"Elizabeth steps in and takes the seat next to Joyce.
'Good morning, Joyce,' she says, smiling.
'Well, this is a first,' says Joyce. 'How lovely.'
'I've brought a book, if you don't want to talk on the journey,' says Elizabeth.
'Ooh no, let's talk,' says Joyce.
Carlito pulls away with his customary care.
'Splendid,' says Elizabeth. 'I haven't really brought a book.'"

There's a lot a twists at the end that are really too clever by half. I actually liked the bit of a side story with Elizabeth's husband and a Polish immigrant. It has far more murders, or at least deaths, than I would have expected, which provides for a lot of red herrings. Anyway, it's one of those books where nothing goes quite the way you expected it would in a book, and that's a delight indeed.

Giving it four stars because I finished it in two days. I mean, I did push at the end because I was getting tired of it, and probably shouldn't've kept reading. I'll note that Mom and her Librarian Bestie (both in the subject age group) both had trouble getting into it.