(Classic Mystery)
This book is a bit different from other Christie's that I have read in that the detective, Poirot, doesn't appear until several chapters in and almost seems to be a secondary character. It's a point of view that I found intriguing, and hilarious!
The narrator absolutely cracked me up! He is so dismissive of that 'funny little' Poirot, sure that the man is either crazy or absurd and equally sure that he himself will solve the crime.
The mystery takes place at a country manor home that is complete with servants and where no one seems to have to work for a living--so very British! The murder suspect seems to be ironclad guilty but leave it to Poirot to find that sliver of doubt. There were so many red herrings in the book that I totally gave up on trying to solve the mystery. Poirot certainly does nothing to help, agreeing with every ridiculous notion that the narrator has and leaving the readers to wonder what solution is untangling in his genius brain or if he is indeed the nitwit the narrator makes him out to be.
Still, I was shocked by the ending. Truly never even saw it coming and that is what makes Christie, still, the Grandest Dame of them all! Jolly good show.
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