The Moving Finger

I have been reading through all of Christie's mysteries chronologically and this one felt very much like The Murder of Roger Ackroyd, but had a different ending. I must say, I loved the narrator and found myself laughing out loud at various points. I am starting to think like Christie a bit and see patterns in her plots (thirty books in I suppose that's to be expected) so I guessed the perpetrator from the point of the murder, though I am happy to say that isn't always the case. It is a Poison Pen novel, which was refreshing–though it bears nothing on Gaudy Night, Dorothy Sayers's famed Poison Pen novel of the same era. One thing to note: it barely can be considered a Miss Marple novel. It honestly feels like the publishers were discouraging her from writing one-off mysteries so she had to bring in a beloved character backhandedly. It's still one of my favorites thus far, and that's saying something!