I'm not sure what I expected this book to be, but it didn't square with those nebulous expectations. I guess I wanted it to be more humorous. Instead I got a rather serious examination of the indignities of aging.
Lottie is a retired serial killer. She just wants to spoil her grandchildren, attend her son's second wedding, go to church on Sundays, and maybe win at bingo now and then. Instead, a young woman shows up on her doorstep, wanting to film a docuseries about people wrongly accused of crime. What Plum can't know is that Lottie wasn't innocent, just good at disposing of evidence and keeping her mouth shut. When Plum gets persistent in her interest, Lottie decides she knows exactly what to do.
Unfortunately for Lottie many things have changed. She's no longer as strong as she once was, her balance has deteriorated, and her memory for detail isn't as sharp as it once was. Plus technology has changed and she keeps forgetting that her phone can track her. What started out as a straight forward murder spirals out of control, as two detectives, Plum's boyfriend, and Plum's mother show up at her house. It's tiring for an old woman.
During the whole shitshow, Lottie realizes that she could conceivably die and rot in her big old house. She begins to research senior communities and consider how to get top dollar for her run down home. She relaxes her wardrobe and simplifies her bingo night food contributions, which worries her friends.
I struggled a bit to finish this novel, but eventually I made it to the remarkably peaceful ending. I am doubtful that I will read any of the author's other works. My TBR is long and there are many more appealing novels to spend my time on.
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