At first, no one gives a second thought about the death of ninety-year-old Peggy Smith. Until her bookshelves are found filled with crime thrillers all dedicated to Peggy. When a gunman breaks into the flat to steal a book and an author is murdered, Peggy's friends team up with Detective Kaur to investigate.

Although the second book in a series, I read it as a standalone and didn't feel the least bit lost. However, The Postscript Murders is about the kind of book you'd expect from its hideous cover - a cheesy cozy mystery about armchair detectives with little to no character development and a mystery that didn't make complete sense. 

I received a complimentary copy of this book from Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. Opinions expressed in this review are completely my own.