Monday, October 10, 2005
I just finished a collection of Hercule Poirot short stories by Agatha Christie. Of course, I had read them all before, but it had been a while for many of them, so I couldn’t always remember the ending. It’s almost as good as reading them for the first time. I am a huge Agatha Christie fan, and have been ever since my mother introduced me to her when I was about twelve or thirteen. I was bored, looking for something to read, and she suggested I try The Murder at the Vicarage. It was a good start. How sad I was years later when I realized that I had read all of her works. Even now I still sometimes hope in the back of my mind to find one that I missed. Since she was so prolific, however, I can enjoy rereading some of her books if I wait long enough. Often being prolific isn’t a good thing for the quality of an author’s work, but most of hers really are pretty good. Not serious lit of course, but hey, everyone needs a break once in a while with a light read. One of her best books is not a mystery, but her autobiography. What a fascinating life she led.