The tranquility of a cruise along the Nile is shattered by the discovery that Linnet Ridgeway has been shot through the head. She was young, stylish, and beautiful. A girl who had everything.. until she lost her life.
Hercule Poirot recalls an earlier outburst by a fellow passenger: “I’d like to put my dear little pistol against her head and just press the trigger.” Yet in this exotic setting nothing is ever quite what it seems.
Murder and intrigue follow Monsieur Poirot wherever he goes, especially on holiday, and especially Egypt in the 1930s. Quite the setting for a murder mystery.
Death on the Nile (Hercule Poirot Book 17) has all the right ingredients: exotic location, fascinating characters and a healthy dose of scandal. No-one is quite who they seem, and so the mystery unravels, but not until the very end.
Christie and Poirot always manage to surprise me. Her novels are just so damn enjoyable!
“They conceive a certain theory, and everything has to fit into that theory. If one little fact will not fit it, they throw it aside. But it is always the facts that will not fit in that are significant.”
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