I didn't enjoy this one as much as its immediate predecessor, "The Tuesday Night Club." It's a little bit overwrought, I think, and I can't quite wrap my head around Miss Marple and sacred groves and suggested orgies in the service of ancient goddesses. Everyone's very worried about the creepy grove, but I can't help but think that all the histrionics around it have been devised, by Christie, to draw attention away from a relatively thin mystery plot. When it comes to Miss Marple, I much prefer the domestic setting, rather than the attempt at evoking a misdirected horror that is the case here.