I'd do nothing but reading if I could (ok, maybe eat some great food, buy some fancy shoes between two books...oh, and spend some quality time with the gorgeous guy I married while I am on reading-break anyway...)
Which is admittedly not a common occurence with me and Mrs Christie's crime stories.
Mostly I have face palm moments of shame why I didn't get it with all the hints and clues.
And had to sadly accept the fact that I am rather a Captian Hastings than a Hercule Poirot.
But this time around I had a suspicion pretty early on. Not exactly who the culprit was, but the one big twist to solve the crime - I got it after the first half. And I was right!
(Ok, not about the murderer, but the other thing! I was dead on! Really!)
So, to my review:
Great book. Loved it.