Agatha Christie's detectives Book

I tried, tried, tried to read Agatha Christie. I tried The Murder of Roger Ackroyd and couldn't get into it. I tried listening to an audiobook of And Then There Were None and I couldn't get into it. I thought to myself, "Well, she's a great author, maybe I just don't like her style." That's how I view some of G. K. Chesterton's stuff, too. Love him, but it's difficult to get into his actual writing.

Around three weeks ago I picked this up (from local library, of course) and forced myself to start. With how long this book has taken, I think I've talked to at least five separate people who've asked me what I've been reading. It's good. I love Sherlock Holmes and mysteries and all that good stuff, and I've gotten okay at figuring out whodunit, but Christie threw me for a loop.

First three novels, I had no idea what was going on. Completely wrong in my theories. In fact, first novel, whodunit was one of the people I'd ruled as completely innocent. I did a bit better in the fourth one. By the fifth one, I had a pretty good idea from about the halfway point. Maybe it's getting familiar with her style, or maybe I just got lucky. Either way, I'm super glad I picked this up because I'd begun to lose hope that I'd ever enjoy her original work. Maybe I just haven't been mentally prepared up till now. Her characters are absolutely delightful.