Comfort Reading
Ah, Agatha . . .it's been a long and enjoyable relationship, but this particular book is headed for recycling--as soon as I finish it.
I didn't get into Christie till about 1966, when John and I were living in in what had been his late grandparents house. John's grandmother had been a big fan and she had left dozens of paperbacks which I quickly adopted. And soon I was hooked.
Christie's twisty plots pulled me in as I tried to guess whodunnit. I soon found that I was only lukewarm on Poirot but ...