It was already going badly for Kenneth Branagh’s adaptation of Death on the Nile thanks to Covid. Then there were the seemingly endless controversies that plagued the cast. Clearly, somebody was trying to tell him not to bother. I mean somebody other than me. After the dull and forgettable Murder on the Orient Express, I wasn’t exactly counting down the days for this to be released. It doesn’t help that I think this Christie book is overrated. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a great book and I do think the twist is cool. I just don’t think it’s one of her top 5. It might be popular but that doesn’t always mean something is good. So, the thought of Branagh attaching his fake moustache for this wasn’t exactly keeping me going through lockdown.
Statistically, we’re not all going to enjoy every book. There are so many books published per year that you’re bound to come across plenty that sounds great but just aren’t your thing. I don’t really request things from NetGalley very often but I went a bit mad towards the end of last year. There were just so many books that sounded really great. I’m slowly trying to catch up but it’s taking some time. Anyone who has been keeping up with my Sunday Rundowns may well be sick of seeing this book title. So am I. It’s been weeks. Thankfully, I finished it this weekend. I’ve never been happier to put a book down.
I always used to think that I preferred Miss Marple stories but I think this is because of the adaptations. Or, at least, the women who have played her. There have been plenty of great portrayals of the character that made her seem much so wonderful. Going back to some of the stories that I haven’t read in a while, I’m starting to realise just how much help the adaptations have had.
It’s been a while since I got the chance to read an Agatha Christie novel, so I definitely wanted to fit one into January. Thankfully, things are still quiet at work which means I was able to listen to his as an audiobook. I’ve come to the realisation that, even though I love David Suchet as Poroit, I’m not a fan of him as a narrator. I much prefer Hugh Fraser. He just has a much more relaxed and comforting demeanour. He makes the hours just tick by.
I’ve fallen behind on my reviews of late what with Christmas and New Year. So, in order to get everything sorted, I’m just going to do some quick reviews of my most recent reads. I also don’t really have the energy to do much else at the moment. That first week back at work has been a killer and I’ve not felt great. I’ll be back on track soon.
I don’t necessarily have the best track record with Lucy Foley but that didn’t stop me from requesting her upcoming novel on NetGalley. What can I say, I keep getting sucked in by her novels. So, despite having a pretty full December TBR, I started reading this the other week. As it was Christmas, it took me longer than usual to read it but, after a big reading session on Boxing Day, I finally finished it. I was excited about the Paris location because it made a change from the isolated locations of her previous thrillers. I was hoping for a bit more of a mystery than I’d previously been offered because I’ve previously been underwhelmed by Lucy Foley’s twists. Would The Paris Apartment be able to surprise me?
We all know that Christmas is a time for giving and a time for family. It’s also a time for murder. Or at least it is in the literary world. There are so many crime novels set during the festive period. It’s fantastic. There’s nothing better than settling down on a cold winter night and trying to solve a murder. As far as the Golden Age of Crime writing goes, I’m a Christie girl and haven’t ventured too far beyond her work. So, it’s time to get a better view of the novels of that era. Starting with one of Cyril Hare’s more popular novels.
I’m getting back into the swing of things with Agatha Christie now. I’m back to reading at least one book a month, which is what I’d planned out for the year. Of course, restricting myself to what I can read has made it difficult to keep this up, so I’ve not read as much Christie this year as I’d have wanted. Still, I’ve managed to read quite a few in recent months, which has got me back on track. It’s always a pleasure to fit another Agatha story into my monthly reads, so hopefully, I’ll manage another before the end of November.
I started the month of very badly in terms of reading. Until this week, I was genuinely scared that I would finish one book this month. Thankfully, in the past week, I have finished 3 audiobooks and am nearly finished with the physical book I’m reading. That one has taken me ages but I’m going to push on. It just feels as though I’ve put too much time into it now to leave it unfinished. As it’s now October, it’s been a year since I officially started rereading as many Agatha Christie novels as I could. I lost steam partway through, so I decided to start the month off with a Christie. I might try and fit in a few of her spookier books for Halloween but we’ll have to see how I go for the rest of the month. For now, I’d better review the one I’ve actually read.
Oh, what a difference the right book makes. I’ve been struggling to find the energy to read lately, so things have been taking way longer than they should. Considering I have a lot of books to read to complete my Spell the Month Challenge, it’s a little worrying. When I picked this book up, I was expecting it to take a really long time as it comes in at 400+ pages. It’s been a while since I last read over 300 pages, so I really didn’t think I’d be up for the task. Suprisingly, I managed to finish this in a couple of nights. I just got so into it. I spent all day imagining getting back home to carry on reading it. I was obsessed in a way that I haven’t been in a really long time. It was a good feeling.