I don't know how Agatha Christie constantly manages to fool me--I spend the whole book suspecting everyone except the actual culprit.
I've read a couple of Hercule Poirot mysteries, but I figured I should go back to the beginning. This first case didn't disappoint, and if you typically like Agatha Christie you'll like this one. Yes, Poirot's eccentricities often cross the line from endearing to obnoxious. Yes, the relationship between Poirot and Hastings is a formulaic knockoff of that of Sherlock Holmes and Watson. And yes, the twisty plots, constant red herrings, and subsequent grand reveal can be extremely contrived. I still love them when I'm looking for light reading.