
I had a lot of theories and thought I had it all figured out, but I was wrong. Oh, and I tried piecing it together, guessing before it was all revealed, but I couldn’t. Christie gets a free pass though, not just because of the age of the book, but because it actually works. A lot of the detective work is based on assumptions like: “ No, she could never do that, because she’s French.” I guess it’s a product of it’s time, but if I’d read something similar in a modern book I’d laugh it off as a pretty weak plot device. One thing that hasn’t aged well was the constant judging of characters based on nationality. I was given free range of a book shelf in a house I stayed in last fall – and since I’m always on a constant quest of trying to read more old classics, Agatha Christie jumped right out at me. But that could be due to the books age, or more likely the fact that I read a translated version not my choice, but I had this copy lying around so why not. Some sentences read weird, and I felt like there were missing words here and there.

Christie uses the other characters, who aren’t as brilliant as Poirot, to string you along, to have you think and guess, to have you question what Poirot really knows and how he knows it. And of course I loved the meticulous investigation. She doesn’t waste words on exaggerated descriptions, but at the same time you’re never confused about what’s what. If I’d have to describe it in one word, I’d say: simply. I loved Poirot and the rest of the characters–of which there are many–and I like the way Christie sets a scene. It’s an excellent way to start any book (at least to me), and it pulls you in right away.Įvery part of this gripped me. We jump straight to the meat of it, right from the start, no dilly-dallying, no beating around the bush. It was probably my first time ever seeing a classic detective show like that, and I remember loving it every time it was on.īut this is the first time I’ve ever read Christie, and I’m happy to say I was very pleasantly surprised. I grew up watching David Suchet’s version of Poirot and though I don’t even remember which ones I’ve seen, I remember loving them.


I’m sure if you looked up mystery in the dictionary, you’d find Agatha Christie there, if not this exact novel as an example.
