Well, I thought that it might be time to finally read some Agatha Christie. It seemed wrong that I hadn't, and yet every time the word "mystery" comes up on Jeopardy! (yes, this game show will be a recurring theme on this blog), I shout out "Hercule Poirot!" and somehow get the answer right. (That's not impressive merely in this instance... the other day the Final Jeopardy category popped up. It was 20th Century Science. Before seeing the answer, I yelled, "The speed of light!" And guess what? Speed of light. Not only am I brilliant, I'm psychic. I'm a brilliant psychic. Hard to be me, huh? Yeah, well, I can live with myself.)
Anyway, this is Hercule Poirot's first case. Works great for me since I have a major aversion to reading books (and seeing movies and TV episodes) out of order. So this was pretty fun. I admit to enjoying it. I also admit to not figuring out the culprit until it was revealed to me. So that was pretty fun. But there's not much to say about it- basic whodunit, brilliant detective, bumbling apprentice, red herrings galore... it was pretty fun. I'll probably read lots more Agatha Christie books. But of course I can't say anything else about it without ruining the book.
So there you go. That's all I got. What... you expected some anecdote that has nothing to do whatsoever with the book? Wow. You must be disappointed. Well, I can't be brilliant, genius, and psychic all the time. Guess we'll all have to deal.
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