You know what you're getting with an Agatha Christie. I haven't read lots of them but I sink into the tone and the time easily every time. Christie always feels like she captured a quintessential Britishness that didn't actually exist but is how Britishness at this time was perceived to be.

This is another one that was so-so for me. I'm not likely to remember it, the ending was rather sudden and over in a breath. Of course I didn't guess it, I never do!! I really liked Ariadne Oliver and Ginger. There are often fun female voices in a Christie novel - she does that no nonsense, resilient woman well. But Mark was dull I'm afraid. Osbourne wonderfully cast but I wanted more of him.

All in all, it was a fun offering.