Hello everyone!
So a little while ago I had a bit of a Hercule Poirot post in general, or an Agatha Christie one, but I'm back to going through the whole Poirot mystery series (there's almost forty books in that one, it's an accomplishment!) since I go through one book every once in a while, and this blog post will be split in half because I'm about halfway through the book. Sad, right? But real life has been a little bit of a kicker this week so I didn't get that much of a chance to read, and if I did, I read books a bit more light-hearted than a murder mystery, because with Christie, you need to be 200% in if you want to follow her plot line, and have even the slightest chance of figuring out who in the blazes did away with the a) poor old lady (fabulously rich of course, with a plethora of empoverished relatives), b) a dentist who even Hercule Poirot hated (oh, the irony), or c) an eccentric lord (who pulls together would-be murderers just for kicks and giggles; fun, no?). In this particular book, though, it's neither of the above, although at the rate this is going I have a feeling it's going to turn into Midsomer Murders back when John Nettles still played Inspector Barnaby - aka, more bodies lying around than you can count!
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