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A review by apophelia
Why Didn't They Ask Evans? by Agatha Christie
4.0
'Isn't it odd?' she said. 'We seem, somehow, to have got in between the covers of a book. We're in the middle of someone else's story. It's a frightfully queer feeling.' 'I know what you mean,' said Bobby. 'There is something rather uncanny about it. I should call it a play rather than a book. It's as though we'd walked on to the stage in the middle of the second act and we haven't really got parts in the play at all, but we have to pretend, and what makes it so frightfully hard is that we haven't the faintest idea what the first act was about.'
that one was so creepy, it really made me shiver at times. i loved the sensation it gave of being on the enemy's territory and having to constantly watch out and be on your toes. i was in love with the main characters and the dynamic between them. i also liked the fact that there was no detective present, just two young folks snooping around - you always feel safer when Poirot is around, knowing he'll be fine. here, however, you feel truly scared for the characters because they have no idea what they are getting themselves into. now, the end was a bit cliche but so was the entire story, to be honest and i very much enjoyed it nonetheless. i finished 'murder on the orient express' and 'peril at end house' earlier this month and i found this book much more exciting than the other two (perhaps it's my being used to james bond type of action due to which i wasn't able to derive the same pleasure from this kind of quieter crime story).
also, can we appreciate mrs. Christie's wits? the woman was truly so damn funny - especially in her dialogues
that one was so creepy, it really made me shiver at times. i loved the sensation it gave of being on the enemy's territory and having to constantly watch out and be on your toes. i was in love with the main characters and the dynamic between them. i also liked the fact that there was no detective present, just two young folks snooping around - you always feel safer when Poirot is around, knowing he'll be fine. here, however, you feel truly scared for the characters because they have no idea what they are getting themselves into. now, the end was a bit cliche but so was the entire story, to be honest and i very much enjoyed it nonetheless. i finished 'murder on the orient express' and 'peril at end house' earlier this month and i found this book much more exciting than the other two (perhaps it's my being used to james bond type of action due to which i wasn't able to derive the same pleasure from this kind of quieter crime story).
also, can we appreciate mrs. Christie's wits? the woman was truly so damn funny - especially in her dialogues