My sister Becca got me addicted to Agatha Christie over the summer, while she was getting herself addicted. Ever since then, I've been reading about Miss Marple and Hercule Poirot basically nonstop. My Aunt Karen added to the joy of Christmas reading by lending Becca about 25 of her books.
This lady astounds me every time I pick up a new book, every time I turn a page. Even though I should be pretty wise to mystery books by now, what with my extensive Sherlock Holmes and Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew readings, she throws me for loops like you wouldn't believe. I should be wise just to her writing now, too, but I'm sure not.
My triumph is that I made a correct guess once about who the killer was--I was incredibly stoked and almost woke up Becca to tell her, but decided against it. She's now a Christie connoisseur, and was excited for me, but also said she'd gotten four right in her 35-some-odd books she's read.
Not only has Christie written mystery books, she also did a book of plays with stage directions and everything. It made me tempted to try my hand at them. I'll let you know if I ever do so.
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Mwahahaha! I got you sucked into the wonderful vortex that is Agatha Christie!
So, I read some new ones I got at the library this past week, and they are also literary works of genius. One of them, "The Pale Horse" was very engrossing. And at first I thought she was going to do a supernatural cop-out (and was dismayed), but then she totally tossed something at my brain that sent it spinning out into La-La land.
When you come home, we SO need to watch "Death on the Nile."
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