Reviewed by funstm on

3 of 5 stars

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Poirot gently uncrossed his knees, withdrew his gaze from the ceiling, and looked the young man full in the face. “My name is Hercule Poirot,” he said quietly, “and I am probably the greatest detective in the world.

Christie, Agatha. The Mystery of the Blue Train: Hercule Poirot Investigates (Hercule Poirot series Book 6) (p. 149). William Morrow Paperbacks. Kindle Edition.


On the way back from Syria, having closed a case, Poirot plans for some rest and relaxation until a telegram from London requests his urgent presence. He immediately changes his plans booking passage on the Simplon-Orient train. But the first night aboard, one of the passengers is murdered and Poirot is tasked with finding the culprit.

I love Hercule Poirot but I honestly don't know how I feel about this book. I know it's a classic and in some ways I appreciate it but in other ways it just annoyed me. The first 70% was alright. The mystery unfolded and kept me guessing and then I felt like it just went to pieces. All of a sudden they were all connected to the case and everyone had a motive and it made sense - but I didn't like it. It was just too fantastical for my tastes. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love a good twist but this was just over the top ridiculous. So it was okay but it's definitely not my favourite Hercule Poirot novel. 3 stars.

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