How do I love thee, Dear Agatha? Let me count the ways...
I mean, really... there must be a thousand reasons why I love to read your "detective fiction." (One is that you often refer to your characters reading too much of it. It always makes me chuckle.)
This book was a quick read that took me awhile. I have been away from Christies for some time, trying to finish the wonderful but oh-so-verbose The Lord of the Rings. I'm headed out of town in a couple of weeks. I might take a book with me but was leading toward reading some of the stuff on my Kindle instead - traveling lighter, I guess. We shall see. But back to Sad Cypress.
Five stars, Dame Agatha! because you snuck up on me and surprised me yet again.
I loved the connection to roses and The War of... I loved the mentions of current movies at the time. I loved the tension between love and happiness and how both might not be found in the same person. (And I'm glad, for I didn't necessarily love the character that Elinor loved.) I loved this slightly different format - Poirot didn't gather all the involved into a study to explain how it all worked out. He was present and brilliant and saved the day, *and* he answered questions in the final chapter, but it was still different from before.
Loved every page, dear Agatha. Thanks again.
Beth
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