Once again the delight of an Agatha Christie read-a-thon this April is being hosted by the amazing Jay over at This is My Truth Now. This week’s Agatha gem was Peril at End House. You can check out what other readers had to say here.
Basic Summary (Courtesy of Goodreads):
Hercule Poirot is vacationing on the Cornish coast when he meets Nick Buckly. Nick is the young and reckless mistress of End House, an imposing structure perched on the rocky cliffs of St. Loo.
Poirot has taken a particular interest in the young woman who has recently narrowly escaped a series of life-threatening accidents. Something tells the Belgian sleuth that these so-called accidents are more than just mere coincidences or a spate of bad luck. It seems all too clear to him that someone is trying to do away with poor Nick, but who? And, what is the motive? In his quest for answers, Poirot must delve into the dark history of End House. The deeper he gets into his investigation, the more certain he is that the killer will soon strike again. And, this time, Nick may not escape with her life.
Full disclosure. I don’t like this particular Aggie. I don’t. I know. Shhh. Just breathe and it will pass.
This one makes me sad. So many people die, so needlessly and for the dumbest of reasons. Yes, Poirot is brilliant. Yes, I believe people actually act this dumb. Yes, I buy his deductions. There’s nothing wrong with the writing. Or the plot. Or the characters.
But it just leaves me worn and sad for the state of the world. A little heartbroken for young lovers who deserve better. A bit nostalgic for an old fashioned hero who took great risk just to prove he could and was cheered by the world for doing so. sigh
I clearly missed my time period. LOL. I think I’ll just pop back to the 40’s and enjoy it all first hand.