"There is no detective in England equal to a spinster
lady of uncertain age with plenty of time on her hands."
If you're going to be reading in October, or any fall month, really, there is absolutely no way to go by the Queen of Mystery. Agatha Christie may have given us Hercule Poirot - but she also gave us Jane Marple, a harmless little old lady with the sharpest wits you could ever imagine. Don't let her looks fool you! Be very wary. Something the rest of her small village isn't quite aware of in Murder at the Vicarage, the first novel we meet her in, in which she might be incapacitated by a hurt ankle, but that doesn't mean her powers of observation are moot. Give her binoculars, she'll give you the solution!
‘Anyone who murdered Colonel Protheroe,’ declared the parson, brandishing a carving knife above a joint of roast beef, ‘would be doing the world at large a favour!’ It was a careless remark for a man of the cloth. And one which was to come back and haunt the clergyman just a few hours later – when the colonel was found shot dead in the clergyman’s study. But as Miss Marple soon discovers, the whole village seems to have had a motive to kill Colonel Protheroe.
(from Goodreads)
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