Wednesday, September 15, 2010
(Thanks to google for today's image)
I first read Agatha Christie around the age of 10 or 11. At that age I had a voracious appetite for books, I would wolf down several a week but I'm not sure how fully they were digested. At school we had to write a book, this was in year 4 (now called year 6) and I wrote an attempt at a murder mystery. I no longer have a copy but it was a poor imitation (although bear in mind I was 11 at the time) of an amalgam of Miss Marples, complete with house in the country, a glamorous actress with a vendetta to pursue and probably a secret passage or two behind the wood panelling.
Back in 1997, a university friend compiled a list of his top ten Christie's:
The Murder of Roger Ackroyd
Death on the Nile
Hercule Poirot's Christmas
Cards on the Table
Peril at End House
When discussing this last year, a further two were added:
Then There Were None
Murder on the Orient Express.
Thirteen years' later, I have yet to work through the list. Once I do, that's 12 posts for here...