I started Sue Grafton’s Alphabet series in 2017 after seeing her in conversation with John Grisham. A few months later, she was gone. This year I finally reached the last book she wrote, Y Is for Yesterday—and I didn’t care much for it. Too many threads, too few people to root for, and a sharp turn from the Kinsey novels I liked best. I finished it anyway. Here’s why.

I’m such a Freida McFadden fan. Her books reliably deliver the kind of twisty, bingeable entertainment I crave, and I only wish I could catch up on her new releases and dive into the…

I've been wanting to read Sally Hepworth's suspenseful thrillers for a while. When Mad Mabel became available on Libby, I jumped on the opportunity to finally read one of her novels and…

I was truly sold on the Martini Club series when I “met” Tess Gerritsen during a Back Room author event. She was discussing The Summer Guests, the second book in the series, and I was…

I read Allen Eskens’ debut novel, The Life We Bury, back in 2018 and absolutely loved it. I didn’t expect it to become a series, but I’m thrilled it did—especially with more stories centered…