The Mysterious Affair of Judith Potts

Title: The Mysterious Affair of Judith Potts
Author: Robert Thorogood
Published: January 15, 2026 by HQ
Format: Kindle, 313 Pages
Genre: Cozy Mystery
Series: Marlow Murder Club #5

Blurb: Someone is killing celebrities in Marlow! When footballer Gary Wise and thriller writer Tony Sexton are found dead, Judith, Suzie, and Becks (AKA The Marlow Murder Club) must untangle a web of blackmail and scandal to find the killer. But with their friend and police contact, DI Malik, suspended from duty, and Judith’s own past catching up with her, The Marlow Murder Club find themselves on their own for the first time ever.

With suspects piling up like tabloid headlines, and someone threatening to expose Judith’s secrets, the pressure is on for The Marlow Murder Club in more ways than one … Can they find the killer and help Judith in time, or will this be the end of The Marlow Murder Club?

My Opinion: You know that feeling when you finish a mystery and realize the author had been winking at you the whole time? The Mysterious Affair of Judith Potts absolutely leans into that. The clues were sitting right there in plain sight, bold as can be, and yet Robert Thorogood manages to tuck them beneath layers of misdirection so neatly that when you do pause and think, “huh, that’s an interesting word choice,” you immediately talk yourself out of it. It’s the kind of sleight of hand that makes you feel both fooled and delighted.

And I’ll admit it: I enjoy the books far more than the television series, even though my brain refuses to let go of the actors’ faces. Every time Judith, Becks, or Suzie walks onto the page, the show’s cast strolls in right behind them.

This series has been one of those cozy mystery comfort reads I look forward to with each new installment. From the very beginning, Thorogood built a trio of women who are so wildly different, yet competent, at amateur sleuthing that you do occasionally wonder how they keep their day jobs. They’re forever traipsing across the countryside, poking into suspicious corners, and somehow still managing to show up for work. Eventually you just shrug, let realism take a little nap, and enjoy the ride. It’s part of the fun that the world bends a bit to let these women do what they do best.

There are genuinely funny moments in this book, but I felt a little shadow hanging over them because of the rumor that this might be the final book in the series. It’s hard not to read with that tiny ache in the background, wondering if this is the last time we’ll follow these women into danger, laughter, and tea fueled deduction.

Hot Girl Murder Club

Title: Hot Girl Murder Club
Author: Ashley Winstead
Published: July 14, 2026 by Minotaur Books
Format: Kindle, 336 Pages
Genre: Psychological Thriller

Blurb: Ten years ago, aspiring singer-actress Scout Sage lost the only thing that mattered: her sister, Georgia. Ever since Georgia’s mysterious death at a Hollywood party, Scout’s done her best to honor her memory, clawing her way through the industry and collecting a network of climbers along the way, fellow hot girls in stilettos with cutthroat ambition, a new Hollywood order.

But when a slew of targeted murders makes headlines across LA, all pointing to Scout as the killer, she turns overnight from a mid-tier pop star into the world’s most famous (alleged) murderer. Now everything she’s worked to build—including the justice she wants for Georgia—will fall apart unless Scout can prove she’s not guilty.

Meanwhile, the young and unusual detective assigned to her case, herself no stranger to tragedy, begins to unearth secrets not even Scout knows, let alone her millions of new fans. Particularly about the ways Georgia’s death connects to an even older pattern of crimes long hushed over in Hollywood—an old reign of terror that, if brought to light, could be the fuel that ignites a reckoning the world over.

My Opinion: From the very first pages, Hot Girl Murder Club grabbed me and said, “Settle in, we’re doing this.” And I did, though I’ll admit, those early chapters had me flipping back and forth, trying to keep track of who was connected to whom, and the reason for two timelines at once. There’s the present day, the past, and, just to keep things spicy, a PhD dissertation being defended at UCLA’s History Department running parallel to the whole thing. For a minute, I wondered if I was simply outnumbered by the cast list. But then something shifted. Either the book calmed down, or I leaned in harder, because suddenly the chaos made sense… right up until Winstead tossed in more characters and I was back to muttering, “Wait, who are you again?”

But here’s the thing: I loved it. I couldn’t put the book down. I kept sneaking pages whenever I could. Those little stolen moments throughout the day, until I could finally sit down at night and devour big, satisfying chunks. Winstead gives you the whole picture early on, or at least you think she does. You know the broad strokes of what happened. The hook isn’t what happened; it’s how they got there. And that “how” is addictive.

Then come the twists. One lands, and you think, “Ah, clever.” Then another. And then a couple more, each one nudging you upright, making you refocus, making you reconsider the entire architecture of the story. It’s that delicious “what if” territory; the kind that gets your mental gears whirring long after you’ve closed the book.

By the end, you’ll want notes. Lots of notes. Character webs, motivations, group dynamics, the whole messy tangle. And even then, you’ll spend days afterward trying to piece it all together again, replaying conversations, rethinking alliances, wondering how you missed certain tells. It’s the kind of book that lingers, not because it’s confusing, but because it’s alive in your head.

This was my second Ashley Winstead novel, the first being This Book Will Bury Me, and I dare say Hot Girl Murder Club puts the first to shame. Not because the earlier book wasn’t exceptional (it absolutely was), but because this one has that rare, days after resonance. It’s the feeling that tells you Winstead isn’t just good; she’s the kind of author who reminds psychological thriller lovers exactly why they adore this genre. The tension, the intellect, the emotional messiness, the narrative audacity- it’s all here, and it’s all done with skill and confidence.

River Deep

Title: River Deep
Author: Bryan Gruley
Published: July 7, 2026 by Severn House
Format: Kindle, Hardcover, 444 Pages
Genre: Legal Thriller
Series: Bitterfrost #2

Blurb: Attorney Devyn Payne expects a quieter life when she returns to her hometown of Bitterfrost. Until the bodies of two eight-month-old boys are pulled from the icy depths of the local river. Was it a tragic accident or something more disturbing?

The twins’ distraught parents survived the car crash, but their mother, Catriona Dulaney, was driving. Now she’s charged with killing her babies, and her admission of guilt has leaked online. It should be the most straightforward case Devyn prosecutes all year. And yet, to her, it doesn’t add up.

With time dwindling ahead of the trial, Detective Garth Klimmek questioning Cat’s role in the tragedy, and a suspicious outsider loitering around town, this crime might just be the tip of an iceberg. Devyn’s put two Dulaneys behind bars before. This time, whose side will she take—and what will it cost?

My Opinion: River Deep is the second book in Brian Gruley’s Bitterfrost series, and let me say this upfront: you really do need to start with ‘Bitter Frost’. Gruley often references the first book, but never quite gives new readers enough to stand on. If you jump in here, you’ll feel like you arrived halfway through a conversation and everyone expects you to already know the gossip.

Now, what Gruley does deliver, and deliver well, is that unmistakable mid‑west noir atmosphere. I’m currently in the middle of a heatwave, yet somehow, I’m bundled up under a blanket because Gruley can make Michigan’s cold wind rattle straight through your bones. It’s a neat trick, and honestly, one of the reasons I’ve enjoyed his previous works.

But this one? This one tested my patience.

So many half‑answers, evasions, and characters who seem allergic to giving a straight response. Not miscommunication, it is avoidance. And while that can be delicious in a mystery, here it often felt like wading through fog that never quite lifts. Add in overly descriptive passages, repetitive reminders of things the reader already knows, sudden tangents, and the occasional “I just discovered my thesaurus” word dropped in out of nowhere, and the pacing becomes exhausting. I found myself muttering “get on with it already” more than once, which is never a great sign.

The plot itself has promise. From the earliest pages, you think you know what’s going on, but then you’re dragged through so many side jaunts and slow stretches that the momentum sputters. And just when things finally start to move, Gruley circles back to re‑explain what we’ve already been told. It’s the kind of structure that makes you understand why some readers skim everything but the dialogue. I refused to do that, mostly out of loyalty to the author, but I did wonder what went wrong here.

The good news: the last 80% picks up. A twist, well, more like a bullet, finally shakes the story awake, answers start landing, and the narrative tightens. But even with that improvement, it wasn’t quite enough to pull the book out of the “mediocre” pile for me.

The Bookshop of Yesterdays

Title: The Bookshop of Yesterdays
Author: Amy Meyerson
Published: June 12, 2018 by Park Row
Format: Paperback 397 Pages
Genre: General Fiction

Blurb: A woman inherits a beloved bookstore and sets forth on a journey of self-discovery in this poignant debut about family, forgiveness and a love of reading.

Miranda Brooks grew up in the stacks of her eccentric Uncle Billy’s bookstore, solving the inventive scavenger hunts he created just for her. But on Miranda’s twelfth birthday, Billy has a mysterious falling-out with her mother and suddenly disappears from Miranda’s life. She doesn’t hear from him again until sixteen years later when she receives unexpected news: Billy has died and left her Prospero Books, which is teetering on bankruptcy—and one final scavenger hunt.

My Opinion: In my ongoing quest to clear off the long ignored corners of my TBR shelf, The Bookshop of Yesterday was next in line. And maybe it’s me, maybe I just wasn’t in the right mood, but this one was boring from the start and, frankly, obvious in all the ways I didn’t want it to be.

Bookstore settings usually give a story an automatic boost. Readers love them; I love them. But the secrets, the literary clues, the scavenger hunt style breadcrumb trail… none of it added any real spark here. Especially when the main character is someone you wouldn’t willingly spend an afternoon with, let alone follow through a maze of “mysteries.” She’s distant in that way that makes you feel like you’re reading from the outside looking in, never quite invited to care.

As the story went on, it felt like the author kept tossing more and more elements into the mix that didn’t need more family drama, emotional revelations, and bookish puzzles, in hopes that something would deepen the narrative. But everything stayed surface-level, as if the book were trying to convince me it had layers without ever actually revealing any.

By the halfway point, it had become an overlong slog of predictability. Honestly, it should have been a DNF. But because it had been sitting on my shelf for ages, I felt obligated to give it a fair shot. In hindsight? A waste of time. Some books reward your patience; this one just drained it.

Bewitching Bitters

Title: Bewitching Bitters
Author: Annabel Chase
Published: January 21, 2026 by Storm Publishing
Format: Kindle, 196 Pages
Genre: Paranormal
Series: Midlife Magic Cocktail Club #2

Blurb: Kate Golden has built a successful career helping others become their best selves. But when Kate inherits magical powers from the late Inga Paulsen, the spell that holds her carefully controlled world together begins to unravel.

What starts with a mysterious cocktail recipe from an enchanted book quickly spirals into disaster. A grotesque wart sprouts on her chin, her hair turns shocking pink and her perfect life crumbles in the most public way possible. Desperate to regain control, Kate experiments with magical ingredients in her kitchen. But magic has its own agenda, and every spell she attempts only makes things worse.

With the support of her fellow witches in the cocktail club, Kate is forced to surrender control and trust in powers beyond her understanding. Sometimes finding the best version of yourself means embracing the magic in life’s messy moments.

My Opinion: I’m honestly not sure what happened here. The first book in the series, Magic Uncorked, had that warm, cozy, lightly witchy feel, the kind of paranormal comfort read that feels like settling into a cushy armchair with a mug of something spiced. So, I went into Bewitching Bitters expecting more of that same charm. Instead, the vibe shifted, and not in a way that worked for me.

There’s a sharper edge to this second book, a kind of negative bite that kept pulling me out of the story. I understand that Kate Golden, our newbie witch, is supposed to be challenged with growth arcs, magical mishaps, all that good stuff, but the tone didn’t land the same way. And Kate herself… well, she made it tough. Her relentless drive to be perfect, paired with the constant whining, had me counting pages and quietly wishing she’d take a breath, have a snack, and maybe stop trying to win Witch Student of the Year.

It’s hard to connect with a protagonist who feels closed off and prickly in all the wrong ways. I kept hoping she’d soften or surprise me, but instead I found myself missing the warmth and camaraderie that made the first book sparkle.

I’m holding out hope, though. This series centers on a group of women—the Midlife Magic Cocktail Club—and Kate is just one of them. Maybe the next woman’s story will bring back that inviting, cozy paranormal feel that hooked me in the first place. I’m ready for a different flavor in the next installment, preferably one with a little less bitterness and a lot more charm.

The Someday Garden

Title: The Someday Garden
Author: Ashley Poston
Published: June 16, 2026 by Berkley
Format: Paperback, 400 Pages
Genre: Paranormal

Blurb: When Sophie Drear plans her escape to coastal Maine for the summer—for a temporary job revitalizing the storied grounds at Lilymoor House—she doesn’t expect to fall in love.

But she does: With the beguiling land, the fragrant flowers, and the towering hedge maze. With the quirky staff and the enigmatic woman who owns the place.

And then, the door appears. Never in the same place twice, it leads her to a secret, and unfinished, garden with a frustrated thundercloud of a man trapped inside.

This mysterious garden is not the only sign that the future of Lilymoor is unstable: the foliage resists Sophie’s careful nurturing, vines threaten to strangle the hedges, and the manor’s owner has wild ideas about who will take over when she retires—including her inconveniently attractive nephew who is also there just for the summer.

Despite herself, Sophie has come to care for the residents of Lilymoor just as much as she cares for its grounds. With the help of one man on the outside of the secret garden, and one man on the inside, she might be the only person who can figure out exactly what Lilymoor needs to bloom once more.

My Opinion: This novel and I got off to a slow shuffle together; one of those starts where you keep thinking, “Okay, any minute now…” It’s easy enough to follow, almost too simplistic, but I kept waiting for that spark, that little narrative jolt that tells you you’re in for a good ramble down a garden path. Instead, I found myself watching the pages drift by where nothing much happens.

Still, there are bright spots. How can you not love a character who consults a Magic 8 Ball like it’s a trusted life coach? At first, it feels like a quirky personality trait, but later you realize those little plastic prophecies carry emotional weight. It’s one of the few touches that made me sit up a bit straighter and think, “Oh, that’s why this round sphere matters.”

Her fixation on the loss of a friend is understandable, though the book circles that grief so often it starts to feel like déjà vu. And the caramel colored eyes—my goodness. A bit overdone to say the least.

The pacing doesn’t help. A third of the way in, I was still waiting for the story to find its footing. When things finally begin to click into place, it’s more of a gentle nudge than a satisfying snap. The magical secret garden should have been a moment of wonder, but instead I found myself unsure why or how it all worked. The book gestures toward enchantment without fully committing to its logic.

There are a few graphic moments that might catch some readers off guard, especially given the otherwise soft, whimsical tone. And yes, there are funny bits, where Poston has a knack for wry humor and duck antics, but they’re scattered too thinly to lift the overall mood.

I think part of my restlessness came from having read The Seven Year Slip first. That book had a twist that made the whole journey feel worthwhile, like the author had been quietly laying breadcrumbs the entire time. With The Someday Garden, I kept waiting for that same “ah ha” moment, the one that makes you grateful you stuck around. It never arrived. Instead, I closed the book thinking, “Well… I guess that was ok,” which is never the reaction you hope for when a story promises magic.

In the end, it’s a gentle, occasionally charming read that just never quite delivered what it could have been.

The Book Woman of Troublesome Creek

Title: The Book Woman of Troublesome Creek
Author: Kim Michele Richardson
Published: May 7, 2019 by Sourcebooks Landmark
Format: Paperback, 309 Pages
Genre: Historical Fiction
Series: The Book Woman of Troublesome Creek #1

Blurb: In 1936, tucked deep into the woods of Troublesome Creek, KY, lives blue-skinned 19-year-old Cussy Carter, the last living female of the rare Blue People ancestry.

The lonely young Appalachian woman joins the historical Pack Horse Library Project of Kentucky and becomes a librarian, riding across slippery creek beds and up treacherous mountains on her faithful mule to deliver books and other reading material to the impoverished hill people of Eastern Kentucky.

Along her dangerous route, Cussy, known to the mountain folk as Bluet, confronts those suspicious of her damselfly-blue skin and the government's new book program. She befriends hardscrabble and complex fellow Kentuckians, and is fiercely determined to bring comfort and joy, instill literacy, and give to those who have nothing, a bookly respite, a fleeting retreat to faraway lands.

My Opinion: This novel surprised me in the best way. The kind of surprise where you pause mid chapter thinking, “How did I not know this?” I’d heard whispers years ago about the Blue People of Kentucky, but I’d filed it away as one of those half mythical Appalachian tales people repeat without really knowing the truth. So, imagine my delight (and a little embarrassment) when I learned it wasn’t folklore at all but a real genetic condition, wrapped in generations of misunderstanding and prejudice. And the kicker? They were lumped into the “colored” category too, yet another piece of American history that somehow never made it into any classroom.

Then there are the Pack Horse Librarians—the Bookwomen—riding up and down those rugged hills delivering stories, news, and connection to families who had almost nothing else. I had never heard of them before this book, which feels wild considering how essential their work was. It makes perfect sense once you’re in the thick of the story when you consider how books were a lifeline; of course, women stepped into that gap, and yet history barely bothered to mention them.

This is exactly why I love historical fiction when it’s done with care. There’s a particular joy in feeling an author’s research humming beneath the narrative, not heavy handed, not textbook dry, but alive. You get the sense that Richardson dug deep, found the threads history left behind, and stitched them into something that feels both intimate and illuminating. It’s the kind of reading experience where you walk away with a fuller heart and a fuller mind.

And here’s the funny part: this book had been sitting on my shelf for ages, quietly waiting for the right time. When I finally picked it up, I didn’t even realize it was the first in a duology. So now, naturally, the second book has muscled its way onto my next book shopping list. Some stories just insist on being seen.

Strangers: A Memoir of Marriage

Title: Strangers: A Memoir of Marriage
Author: Belle Burden
Published: January 13, 2026 by The Dial Press
Format: Hardcover, 256 Pages
Genre: Memoir

Blurb: In March 2020, Belle Burden was safe and secure with her family at their house on Martha’s Vineyard, navigating the early days of the pandemic together—building fires in the late afternoons, drinking whisky sours, making roast chicken. Then, with no warning or explanation, her husband of twenty years announced that he was leaving her. Overnight, her caring, steady partner became a man she hardly recognized. He exited his life with her like an actor shrugging off a costume.

In Strangers, Burden revisits her marriage, searching for clues that her husband was not who she always thought he was. As she examines her relationship through a new lens, she reckons with her own family history and the lessons she intuited about how a woman is expected to behave in the face of betrayal. Through all of it, she is transformed. The discreet, compliant woman she once was—someone nicknamed “Belle the Good”—gives way to someone braver, someone determined to use her voice.

With unflinching honesty and profound grace, Burden charts a path through heartbreak to show the power of a woman who refuses to give up on love. Strangers is a stunning, deeply moving, compulsively readable memoir heralding the arrival of a thrilling new literary talent.

My Opinion: Every divorced woman who wasn’t the one making the choice will find a piece of herself tucked somewhere inside these pages. Maybe not the affluence, the family legacy, or the seemingly bottomless bank account -- but the emotional terrain. The fear, the bewilderment, the instinct to shield your children at all costs? That part is universal, and Belle Burden captures it with a clarity that stings a little.

I’m honestly not sure why some readers have decided to pick this memoir apart. It is a memoir; one woman’s lived experience, filtered through her own feelings, opinions, and hindsight. You have to give an author grace for that. She’s not writing a legal brief; she’s writing from the rubble of her own life.

What surprised me most was how much I enjoyed this book, especially the way Burden threads in those osprey metaphors. They’re subtle but purposeful; little markers of instinct, survival, and the long arc of rebuilding. I found myself pausing at those moments, thinking, Oh, that’s clever… and also painfully true.

And then there are the well meaning but unintentionally brutal comments from friends. We’ve all heard versions of them. People try to say the right thing, but divorce is a kind of death, and just like with death, most folks don’t know how to show up gracefully. Burden captures that awkwardness with wince worthy accuracy.

This is a quick read, but it’s a heavy exhale one. You move through devastation, confusion, the slow unfurling of growth, and finally resilience. It’s not tidy, and it’s not meant to be. It’s a memoir of someone trying to make sense of a life that suddenly cracked open, and somehow finding her footing again.

I really appreciated this book. It sits with you in that quiet, honest way memoirs sometimes do, offering recognition without judgment and reminding you that rebuilding is rarely linear, but always possible.

Murder at the Campfire Cookout

Title: Murder at the Campfire Cookout
Author: Darci Hannah
Published: June 30, 2026 by Kensington Cozies
Format: Kindle, 352 Pages
Genre: Amateur Sleuth
Series: Beacon Bakeshop Mysteries #7

Blurb: Converting the old Beacon Point lighthouse into a bakery is as adventurous as Lindsey cares to get. Her mother, Ellie, a former 80s fashion model, likes her creature comforts even more—until she sees a business opportunity for her Beacon Harbor fashion boutique when she’s invited by the Mitten Kittens Glamping Club on a woodsy getaway.

Far from roughing it, the ladies will be warm and cozy in chic vintage campers. Ellie insists Lindsey come along to win the campfire cookout contest. Campfire cooking has come a long way from bacon and beans. Soon Lindsey is making pizza, berry cobbler, and gooey Carmelita camping bars.

But the festive spirit is soon dampened when a body is found in Ellie’s camper. It seems like an accidental death until everyone’s tires are slashed and it’s clear the glampsite has become a crime scene. With no cell service to call for help, it’s up to Lindsey to smoke out the killer around the campfire.

My Opinion: Murder at the Campfire Cookout feels like the series bowing out with a sigh rather than a flourish. Darci Hannah hints that it will be the last in the series, but that Beacon Bakeshop crew may wander into future projects, which is a comforting thought; this particular outing doesn’t quite honor the charm the series started with.

Let’s start with the word that nearly derailed my reading experience: glamping. I swear it appears roughly 137 times, give or take a few eye rolls. It’s one of those words that never quite settles on the page, and the constant repetition made the prose feel clunky and the pacing even slower than it already was.

And the plotting… oof. Monotonous is the kindest way to put it. The premise alone had me blinking at the page: a group of women casually agreeing to let a fellow camper load a dead body into the back of a car and send one lone driver off into the night toward a hospital mortuary they can’t locate that must be somewhere down a dark, winding road. With zero questions. I mean—really? I can suspend disbelief with the best of them, but I draw the line at characters behaving as if they’ve never seen a crime show. Let alone have common sense.

The writing itself doesn’t feel like the earlier books either. It’s choppy, repetitive, and oddly flat, as if the series’ usual spark got left behind at the bakeshop. By the halfway point, the story starts giving off And Then There Were None vibes, but without the tension, the cleverness, or the creeping dread. It’s easy to spot the intended victim, and the perpetrator comes across less like a mastermind and more like someone who wandered into the plot by accident.

By the final stretch, the book feels endless. Then suddenly—whiplash—the ending rushes in with no surprises, no clever misdirection, no “oh, that’s why!” moment. The target is obvious from page one, the motive barely matters, and the last chapters feel like the author was grasping at anything to wrap things up. I found myself wanting it to be over, which is never how I want to feel at the end of a cozy mystery series.

If this truly is the last Beacon Bakeshop book, I wish it had gone out with a bit more finesse.