Murder on the Orient Express

January 28

Agatha Christie.

This book was an addition to my Women Unbound Book Challenge because I found it for $1 at Value Village and my curiosity about the author has been peeked, having never read any of her books, ever since I watched the Doctor Who episode where she is featured. Yes, that’s my second Doctor Who reference in as many posts. Sorry, big fan here!

    Murder on the Orient Express is a departure for me in another way. Mysteries haven’t been a favourite genre of mine since I finished every single Nancy Drew my hometown library had in stock. Perhaps there was some burnout involved. Hard to say.

    Nevertheless, Christie surprised me with a quick deft read that kept the adrenaline coursing in my veins and the eyes open over night shifts. Not an easy task.

    Indeed it was a fun little book. Old style mystery writing too. Find the clues. Piece it together. No CSI computers, lasers or digital recreations here. Just a knack for observation and experience with human psychology.

    Hercule Poirot is the featured detective. I hadn’t previously realized that she had her own Sherlock Holmes consistent throughout her books. He had my brain running in loops. Every time I thought I’d figured something out, I had not. Oh well, the end was sufficiently stunning that I didn’t mind being less astute than he.

    However enjoyable this little jaunt, I feel no further urge to read more of Christie’s work. I get just enough murder and mayhem in my diet when we try to solve one of the stories in this book over the dinner table.

    As an aside, I know I’m really really late but…

    I am so proud that in 2009

    I read 22 books total, not counting short stories or graphic novels
    was a member of Goodreads for my first full year
    met some amazing women among the Chicks on Lit group there
    found more books than I can read in five years for my to-read shelf
    and finally – finally! – found a book podcast i can call favourite, Books on the Nightstand.

    The best of the best book selections from the year would have to be Eat Pray Love in nonfiction and Ender’s Game in fiction, though there are very close runner-ups in both categories.

    Here’s to the journey of 2010!

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    2 Comments for “Murder on the Orient Express”:

    1. February 3rd, 2010 Mecandes says:

      I think you mean piqued! Etymology: French piquer, literally, to prick. ;)

    2. February 4th, 2010 Kalanna says:

      when i get my first book deal honey, you can be my editor. :P

      no seriously, i ALWAYS get that one wrong. my brain knows better but my fingers don’t. hehe

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