This is the third novel to feature Miss Marple (the 2nd, The Body in the Library, I reviewed in a previous Cannonball). She doesn’t show up for a bit, though. The story starts with Jerry and Joanna Burton, cosmopolitan London siblings, taking a house in the country so Jerry can recover from a plane crash. They’re settling in, meeting the neighbors, and then they get an anonymous letter accusing them of not being brother and sister (if you know what I mean). Turns out a […]
So Jane. Much Marple.
So a while ago, Amazon had a good deal on the whole Christie/Marple collection for Kindle. Of course I jumped on it, because I adore Agatha Christie, and particularly her Marple books. She’s just such a twinkly old lady (so says Agatha, and so says I). I think the omnibus goes in order, so this story is the actual first appearance of Miss Marple. We’re introduced to her in her lovely village of Saint Mary Mead, which is a hotbed of all manner of naughtiness, according […]
Halloweenie
Hercule Poirot’s novelist friend Ariadne Oliver is visiting a friend in the country, and helping out with a Halloween mystery party for the local children. The party appears to be going well, until a young girl is murdered in the apple-bobbing tub. Who could possibly have killed an innocent child? Turns out the kid wasn’t very well liked, she was a big fibber. Even the morning of the party, she was telling stories about having witnessed a murder. Mrs. Oliver calls in Hercule Poirot to […]
If a dead body falls in the woods, and no one hears it. . . .
I do love Miss Marple. She’s plucky and clever, and the nosiest old lady ever. In this one, a friend of Miss Marple’s thinks she has seen a man strangling a woman on a train. Not her train, but on a train going in the opposite direction. The cops can’t find a body, and no one believes the friend. So of course Miss Marple figures it out. She starts poking around with train timetables, maps, all kinds of stuff like that, and she determines where […]