

I fricking called it dude.
Started having my doubts around the 2/3rds of the novel, when we started having more details on everyone, and nothing matched. Except…well except if the story was not properly told. I love an unreliable narrator.
I had only read Murder on the Orient Express and Then They Were None before : I knew to expect something of a twist. Even so, it was beautifully executed. The middle half was a tiny bit more of a drag for me, but what a payoff. The three last chapters are so tense and Christie’s use of tension is so masterful.
Poirot is such a little freak, I love him. Yes Belgian man, show these Englishpersons what it’s like to speak French and rock a sublime mustache. Also, some of the prose was really funny. A lot of the prose about Caroline was at her expense, but the sarcastics and dry quips of Sheppard were delightful.
I fricking called it dude.
Started having my doubts around the 2/3rds of the novel, when we started having more details on everyone, and nothing matched. Except…well except if the story was not properly told. I love an unreliable narrator.
I had only read Murder on the Orient Express and Then They Were None before : I knew to expect something of a twist. Even so, it was beautifully executed. The middle half was a tiny bit more of a drag for me, but what a payoff. The three last chapters are so tense and Christie’s use of tension is so masterful.
Poirot is such a little freak, I love him. Yes Belgian man, show these Englishpersons what it’s like to speak French and rock a sublime mustache. Also, some of the prose was really funny. A lot of the prose about Caroline was at her expense, but the sarcastics and dry quips of Sheppard were delightful.