I’ve been such a lazy blogger lately. Do I have an excuse? Not really. I mean, I did last week – my son was out for Spring break and was down with a fever and massive pain (6-year-molars coming in) pretty much the whole time.
My poor baby.
He was fine by Easter so that’s all good.
It wasn’t a total loss of time though (just in blogging time). I read A LOT. Finished 2 books by Agatha Christie – Murder in Mesopotamia and Death on the Nile. Both are awesome books. Of course. I believe I’ve only read one book of Christie’s that I didn’t care for – By The Pricking Of My Thumb. It was a Tommy & Tuppence book and I found it pretty dull. I prefer her Poirot novels. One of my favorites, however, was a Miss Marple book.
Thinking I had watched the movie with him, my husband “reminded” me who the culprit was in Death on the Nile. Nope, I hadn’t seen the movie. Total spoiler. Then he proceeded to tell me important details on how the book ends. I wanted to slap him. Sometimes I think he does this to get a rise out of me. The first information I could understand – he thought I had seen it and was reminding me. Okay, I can live with that. But the second bout of information? No excuse for that since I had assured him I hadn’t read it or seen it because it wasn’t remotely familiar to me.
Despite my husband’s lack of survival instinct, I found myself second-guessing him, doubting that he was remembering the correct story. Maybe the movie changed it big time. They’ve been known to change things though, granted, not the actual plot but still. It seemed so impossible to me that he could be right.
The minor details/mysteries were pretty easy to predict/solve but it really wasn’t until the end that I believed my husband was right. Poirot explained how it all happened and it was so perfect. It was amazing.
Agatha Christie was amazing. If you’re ever in need of a cozy mystery, go for Agatha Christie. Poirot rocks. Ms. Marple is pretty cool too but Poirot is better.