January 8: Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie. (Goodness, I’ve been reading nothing but Agatha Christie this week!) It’s got much Poirot. Perhaps it’s the quintessential Poirot, perhaps this only seems to be the case because it’s been filmed so often. But it’s good.
January 7: Sleeping Murder by Agatha Christie, because a friend and I were talking about which Miss Marple we liked best. I think I definitely like this as much as 4:50 from Paddington. This time I did remember whodunnit but all the red herrings are soooo tasty.
January 4: After the Funeral by Agatha Christie. Still suffers from No Nice People Syndrome, except Helen. And Susan is a bitch but an okay bitch. Once again, I was surprised whodunnit.
January 3: 4:50 from Paddington by Agatha Christie. I seem to reread this about once a year and yes, this time too I wish Agatha Christie had written a whole series about Lucy Eyelesbarrow. Perhaps I’ll write some fic about her. It’s annoying that the reader is supposed to guess whether she marries Bryan or Cedric, though.
January 2: Beauty Queens by Libba Bray. Second time reading this; recommendation from youngest daughter who also recommended the Gemma Doyle books by the same author but I’ve never been able to get into those. It’s so over the top that it took me a while to get into the story but once that started to grow on me I completely believed in that ridiculous world. Yes, everybody is a type, but they do acquire personalities, and I started to care about (at least some of) them. This review by Rachel Neumeier says it all.