The Big Four by Agatha Christie

This one might be my least favourite Poirot book. Poirot was annoying, Hastings was annoying, the plot was too out there, and it just wasn’t as cohesive as her other works.

It felt like Christie was trying for something big and it just fell flat. Almost to late-Holmes like but not all of those stories did what was intended either (as much as I love them). Without giving too much away, there was one part that was just too beyond belief even though she kept planting seeds for it towards the middle of the book.

I would love to go more in depth, and I will, but I’m still stewing with this one. I’ll come back.