Every time I finish an Agatha Christie novel and fail to guess the outcome (i.e. every single time!) I am astonished anew at just how clever and inventive a writer she was. “Five Little Pigs” is a case in point. Obfuscation, dredging up 16 year old recollections, and still there …
It pains me to admit this, but I was a-l-m-o-s-t a bit bored by this 1937 whodunnit, the first time I’ve felt remotely like that during my ongoing quest to read all of Ms Christie’s books. There seemed to be a lack of energy, and the usual crisp creative handling …
Having just this week discovered the wonderful writer Luke Jennings, I have also discovered something called a Kindle single. Mr. Jennings has published 2 Kindle Singles, and I read “Codename Villanelle” in one Sunday afternoon sitting, and am now hooked, on both the format, and what I hope is going …
