Author: Agatha Christie
Hercule Poirot is a Belgian refugee of the Great War. Once a Belgian Police Officer, Poirot is now a private investigator looking into, you guessed it, the mysterious affair at styles. Poison, missing wills, and accusations are flying around the plot. It’s going to take a lot of little gray cells to sort this mess out.
While I liked the story, I did feel that the solution was too much. Just too many twists and turns and false accusations. I love a mystery that pulls the rug out from under me, but I also want that moment where I’m kicking myself for not seeing the solution in hindsight. I loved it because I didn’t see the ending coming. I hated it because I don’t think ANYONE could see through all those last minute twists to the correct solution.
Odd Librarian Out 
But isn’t that the whole point of a good mystery? To play a game of chess not only with the writer but the main character? That’s what I’ve always admired about Christie—the twist the turns. It has to be… maybe not. perhaps it was…, maybe I need to rethink this. It’s the not seeing it coming, to me, that makes for a good story.
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