The Mysterious Affair at Styles by Agatha Christie

I love Hercule Poirot. I was first introduced to him after watching Murder on the Orient Express and later Death on the Nile in theatres and I just love Kenneth Branagh and I 100% believe that he is Belgium and I don’t think Kenneth and Hercule are different people. I found that Agatha Christie’s version of Hercule was more impatient, more animated, and more bouncy. I don’t know how to explain it but he was also sort of smarter and put together than Kenneth’s version of the character. But I don’t know. I remember really fondly that my friend Ali bought me this book and I didn’t read it for forever but I knew I had to because she bought it for me, and it was such a sweet gesture from a fellow broke high school student that I just couldn’t wait to tell her I finished it and I worried that it would be brought up in conversation before I did or even started it at all so I would have to lie and say I was working on it. But there were so many plot twists and scary parts that I was on the edge of my seat and finished it soon after I started. Christie is really the queen of mystery and reading that book reminded me of who I was when I was obsessed with Nancy Drew, a little sleuth, obsessed with trying to figure out who did it before the main character did. With the Mysterious Affair, I was so at a loss for who it could be that I had no idea till it was revealed at the end, similar to the Murder on the Orient Express and Death on the Nile. Christie is just very clever.

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