I thought I hadn’t been reading anything (except, very slowly, my current book) because of Holy Week but I’ve actually got something to write up! Both rereads, one because of a fediverse conversation and the other because I had a craving for Ariadne Oliver.
Elephants Can Remember by Agatha Christie. One of the better Poirots (which seems to correlate with a smaller dose of Poirot in favour of other characters). It’s got some really nice people; in fact the only obnoxious person is the person intended to be obnoxious, and she gets her comeuppance.
(By the way, Goodreads, I do not like thy new design.)
Destination Unknown by Agatha Christie. One of those strange thrillers Christie wrote, especially late in life. Didn’t remember the small but numerous instances of racism and sexism but it’s still sort of exciting to read.
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