Winging it… and reading a little Agatha Christie

So, I am easing up on the blog tours a little. Don’t get me wrong, I love doing it but it was suddenly pretty much all I was doing. So here I am. No blog tour, just a girl, in front of a reader, hoping that they’ll want to carry on reading. 🙂

I am still reading. I have such a massive tbr pile that I thought I ought to get cracking on it. I decided to begin with one from my Agatha Christie shelves. The Murder of Roger Ackroyd. The edition I have is a beautiful facsimile of the original 1926 edition. My copy was printed in 2011 and it is a much treasured gift.

The Murder of Roger Ackroyd was, I believe, the 3rd Hercule Poirot story to be published. I have heard it said to be one of the greatest crime stories ever written. I have been itching to read it and I have to say it is an absolute joy. It appears to be rather later in the life of Poirot. Hastings is living abroad and Poirot has retired, craving anonymity in his country retreat. (Well as much anonymity as Hercule Poirot could ever desire). Of course a murder is committed and a likely suspect is being hunted. All evidence points to the victims step son, but Hercule, as always, finds that all is not quite as it seems.

I am a bit of an Agatha Christie nut. These books written nearly a hundred years ago now, well they still thrill me. The brilliance of the writing. The bygone era that they resurrect. The characters that come to life as soon as you open the pages. I can almost see Poirot out of the corner of my eye, fussing and missing not one single thing. They are truly wonderful and I am enjoying every minute!


M. Poirot, the hero of The Mysterious Affair of Stiles and other brilliant pieces of detective deduction, comes out of temporary retirement like a giant refreshed, to undertake the investigation of a peculiarly brutal and mysterious murder. Geniuses like Sherlock Holmes often find a use for faithful mediocrities like Dr. Watson, and by coincidence it is the local doctor who follows Poirot round, and himself tells the story. Furthermore, as seldom happens in these cases, he is instrumental in giving Poirot one of the most valuable clues to the mystery.

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