My father and I just finished Five Little Pigs by Dame Agatha Christie

My father and I just finished Five Little Pigs by Dame Agatha Christie.

 

Tis always delightful seeing the immaculate Hercule Poirot solve cases, but this particular book was delightfully unique even by the standards set by Agatha Christie and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. For this is a murder-in-the-past plot, with Poirot striving to prove a woman innocent of a sixteen-year-old crime when all evidence points against her. Or does it? All I will say is that Dad and I are by now no strangers to the Mystery genre, yet few books have captivated us so utterly as Five Little Pigs. So few where we passionately, for nights on end, debate and trade theories about whodunnit.

 

(Yes, I am well aware that this is not a Fantasy. But I have posted about Dad and I finishing mysteries before, and honestly feel that this one was good enough, unique enough, to again break my otherwise hallowed rule. Besides, the genres Fantasy and Mystery are literary cousins.)