The moving finger

That was candy. As I've come to expect from the Marple books, it took its time to lay out the characters, the lead up, the crime, the clues, and even more so than previously Marple herself and her crime solving insights were tacked on to the very, very end. But in this case, I felt more connected to the first person narrator, he seemed a little more empathetic, even if given the period it was written in there were a number of choice phrases to make a modern reader cringe. I think it was the surprise romantic subplots in the eleventh hour that tipped it for me, as silly as they were, it let the ending of a murder mystery be something other than scandalous/grim. Had a good time.