The Last Devil to Die (Thursday Murder Club, #4)

by Richard Osman

What is it about Christmas? Everything that’s wrong seems worse, and everything that’s right seems better.

Literature is not for him – ‘The whole thing is lies, honey, none of it happened.’

But from the moment he had pointed his gun at her they both knew it was love.

We complain about life so endlessly and so bitterly, and yet we cling to it so dearly? Surely that makes no sense?

I get sad when others are sad, of course I do, but life will give you enough sadness of your own to be getting on with, so you must be careful.