Hello everyone!
Hopefully
you're all prepared for the holidays and don't need to go into any more
stores, because even though we're in a rather dicey and unfortunate
situation right now, somehow people STILL gather there en masse.
You would think, right?
But
hopefully most of you are all done with every shopping expedition and
you can enjoy the time at home now that the holidays are officially upon
us.
As
it so happens, the main focus of our little book review tonight could
NOT stay at home despite the fact he wanted to. And isn't that just sat
in the long run? Luckily for us though it does turn out quite funny
along the way so it isn't as though we don't get any payoff from it.
If you're thinking that the title of this book is a bit weird in terms of what I've just said, you may even be right.
Then again, when it comes to Agatha Christie and her Hercule Poirot, it usually is.

