

Holy smokes did she make a meal out of the unveiling. If I had to sit there and listen to Poirot explain why he considered us all plausible murderers then talk us through his deductive reasoning, ruling out each and every person in the room until he got to the killer, there would have been another murder: mine, self-inflicted. It was a fine read, but those last few chapters just trudged on. Plus, there was nothing Christmasy about this book except its cover. I’ll give another one of her mysteries a try. I think I just chose the wrong one at the wrong time.
Holy smokes did she make a meal out of the unveiling. If I had to sit there and listen to Poirot explain why he considered us all plausible murderers then talk us through his deductive reasoning, ruling out each and every person in the room until he got to the killer, there would have been another murder: mine, self-inflicted. It was a fine read, but those last few chapters just trudged on. Plus, there was nothing Christmasy about this book except its cover. I’ll give another one of her mysteries a try. I think I just chose the wrong one at the wrong time.