The French Bookshop Murder by Greg Mosse is a gentle, atmospheric mystery that leans more toward character and setting than high-stakes suspense. It follows Zoe Pascal, a British woman who relocates to a small village in southern France to start a new life running a bookshop. What begins as an escapist fantasy of sunlit mornings and quiet village charm soon darkens when a tourist is found dead in the local church — and Zoe becomes a suspect.
The real strength of the novel lies in its setting. The small French village feels alive, full of detail and texture: stone houses, winding streets, gossiping locals, and a rhythm of life that’s both appealing and faintly claustrophobic. Mosse captures the allure of rural France, the food, the landscape, the sense of community, with warmth and precision. Readers who enjoy stories that transport them to another place will likely find much to savour here.
The tone is firmly in the “cosy crime” tradition. There’s an amateur sleuth, a close-knit community, and a mystery that unfolds more as a puzzle than a thriller. The story is never gruesome or fast-paced; instead, it’s reflective and observant, filled with small discoveries and character moments. Many of the villagers are drawn with affection and humour, and their quirks add life to the narrative.
Where the novel slightly falters is in its pacing. The setup, Zoe moving, settling into the village, and adjusting to her new surroundings, takes its time. The murder and its investigation come relatively late, which might test the patience of readers hoping for an early hook. Zoe herself, while likable, sometimes feels more like an observer than an active participant in her own story.
The mystery, once it arrives, has charm but not a great deal of urgency. The clues and revelations come steadily, though the final resolution feels a little abrupt, and the culprit’s motivations could have been developed further. The novel’s pleasures lie less in the “whodunit” and more in the atmosphere, the relationships, and the idea of reinvention in a foreign land.
Overall, The French Bookshop Murder is an enjoyable, comforting read — ideal for a lazy weekend or a quiet evening with a glass of wine. It’s not a book of twists and shocks, but of slow discovery and charm. Readers who love small-town mysteries, and evocative settings will be satisfied. Those looking for a tense or tightly plotted crime story may find it too languid.