Monday, October 16

15. Peril at End House (1932)

Dear Agatha,

HOW DID I MISS THIS?  Now my well-ordered Poirot-would-surely-approve system of chronologically reading all your works is completely messed up!  I am so disappointed in myself.

And not only did I miss this book... it took me 5 other books to realize it.  UGH.

This was a quick read for me.  I am in the Agatha Zone, I suppose. I am kind of challenging myself to see how many more I can read before the end of the year, because at the rate I'm reading, it will take me like 6 or 7 years to finish them!  At this stage of my life, I'm not guaranteed that long.  HA.

Once again, I did not see the culprit coming.  I commented to Josh and Ro yesterday, that out of the 20-something books I've read of yours, I've never figured out the murderer that I can recall.  If this continues through the rest of the next 60-something books, it will either testify to your genius, or my idiocy. 

Not that my idiocy is hard to imagine, Agatha.  Robert and I worked on an escape room yesterday with some friends.  We had an hour to spend solving puzzles in a couple of rooms in hopes of finding a pirate's hidden treasure map.  Yeah, we failed.  We weren't even close.  And my contribution?  I did put one thing together that worked out, surprising (I felt) the team.  The rest of the time, I felt like an idiot.  (To be fair, the greatest difficulty was in working under a time limit.  I'm sure if we'd had half a day instead of one hour, we might have ... gotten farther along.)

Anyway, what I loved about this book:  references to other past works (Blue Train, Roger Ackroyd), Poirot (how I love his character!), the ultimate culprit (gasp!), subtle humor and snark here and there... so much fun.

"Poirot," I said, "I have been thinking."
"An admirable exercise my friend. Continue it."

Methinks, Agatha, we would have been friends.  Thanks for the fun.

b.

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