Death of a Bookseller starts off like it’s just about two coworkers at a bookstore, but then it gets real unsettling, real fast. One’s obsessed with true crime, the other wants nothing to do with it—and watching that tension build is wild. It’s not your usual thriller; it’s weirder, sharper, and kind of uncomfortable in a way that keeps you reading. If you like slow-burn suspense with a dark edge, this hits the mark.