I didn’t expect to like this book as much as I did!
- Racism (Use of the N word and the G*psy slur)
- Character Death
- Parental Death
During the summer of 1917, Emily Inglethorp dies suddenly and unexpectedly. Amongst her house guests are Captain Arthur Hastings and his friend Detective Hercule Poirot. Emily’s family has long suspected her new (and unlikeable) husband Alfred of being a gold digger and now that Emily death has been attributed to poison, suspicion immediately falls on him. But did he really do it?
It’s up to Hastings and Poirot to figure out who killed Emily, how they did it, and why.
Review (No Spoilers)
I’ve been interested in trying out Agatha Christie’s books for a while, especially since I found out that people like to classify her books as “cozy mystery”, a genre that I wanted to learn more about. My partner grabbed this book from the school library and he and I both had the same hesitations. I tend to not like old books, so we both worried that I would have a hard time reading this. Thankfully, we were both wrong.
The thing that I found really interesting about this book is that the narrator is, in many ways, not the main character. He tells us his account of what happened but the real MC is Detective Hercule Poirot. Reading this book reminded me a lot of The Great Gatsby. Nick is the narrator, but he’s not really the main character.
As far as the plot goes, my memory is terrible so I can’t remember anything specific, but I really liked how I could never put my finger on what was happening. There were so many twists and turns in this book and in the end, I was completely shocked. Honestly, I felt like this book was leading me into rating it 3 stars for mediocrity but then all of a sudden EVERYTHING MADE SENSE.
I’m definitely going to continue reading Agatha Christie, though I might switch over to her Miss Marple series instead.