“If you will forgive me for being personal- I do not like your face, Mr. Ratchett”
I’m feeling pretty proud of myself because finally, I have read an Agatha Christie novel. I feel like I’ve earned a membership in a secret elite book club or something. But it’s not really only after a self fulfilling purpose that I am now putting this book on its rightful pedestal because this is certainly a very clever, witty, twisty, unexpected, and enjoyable detective story and Ms. Christie truly deserved to earn that Queen of Mystery title.
The mystery was like solving an intricate puzzle not very different from those old mind games I used to play when I was younger. Like that hangman mystery. A man committed suicide and there is a pool of water underneath him…and so on, just please Google it. They make you really think and like Mr. Boug, at some point my head did ache a little but it was all worth it. In the end, it was a complete surprise. I hadn’t any clue of that possibility.