Comfort Reading

 Ah, Agatha . . .it's been a long and enjoyable relationship, but this particular book is headed for recycling--as soon as I finish it.

I didn't get into Christie till about 1966, when John and I were living in in what had been his late grandparents house. John's grandmother had been a big fan and she had left dozens of paperbacks which I quickly adopted.  And soon I was hooked.

Christie's twisty plots pulled me in as I tried to guess whodunnit. I soon found that I was only lukewarm on Poirot but loved Miss Marple and Tommy and Tuppence.

This particular book was published in 1922. It's fun, if a little (a lot) farfetched. But it suits my current reading mood--old familiar favorites. I'm also listening to the Lord Peter Wimsey mysteries and reading The Dark Is Rising.

Comfort reading. Anything to avoid the news.