I was in TN this past week. We had a lot of fun and we brought Octavia back with us. It was an eleven hour trip home, so I borrowed the Agatha Christe book, A Cat Among Pigeons, from my grandmother.
I read it and loved it. One of the things I noticed about it was how complicated the whole mystery was. I mean, I could never write anything that complex. Two murders and a kidnapping! Can life get any better? I submit that it cannot! (Sorry, Brian Regan moment)
The characters were really vivid. I was totally in love with the young detective masquerading as a gardener. It was almost sad who realistic the "spoiled child" character was. And then, the one person you'd never suspect... But, I guess I won't spoil it for you.
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