A most unusual woman
I really have no idea why the last line of the book stuck with me.
Maybe it was the irony of it in a book that was full of unusual women.
Or was it simply the fact that it was uttered by a man who seems to
stereotype all women as money-grubbing airheads incapable of taking care
of themselves. And doesn't it just frost you that he assumes that she is going to live the lifestyle of the rich and famous?
Does
anyone else feel like Poirot was brought in at the end of the book for
the author's convenience. Less to write when Poirot just sits down and
tells us everything and because Poirot sells books.
That
said, it was an enjoyable read and a good choice for a lock-down buddy
read. It really doesn't require much thinking, just sit back and enjoy
the ride.