I’ll start by saying that I loved how meta Christie got with this one! Calling Poirot old and having Mrs. Oliver (a mystery writer) go on about hating the detective in her books and not being able to do anything about it was truly a delight. 

This one was exceptionally weird because it was written in the 60s and had a lot of older generation characters hating on the “hippie youth” including plenty of drugs, velvet coats, and long hair (could unfortunately picture some of the older people in society today having the same rants in a more problematic way)

The big reveal at the end was also very *head scratch* huh???? Haha idk, maybe Christie was also on a cocktail of all of the hallucinogenics at the time of writing this one 

A quick read like all of her other books, but a bit less put together.