Agatha Christie, we all know the name of this early 20th century English novelist. She’s famous for her now-old-school murder mysteries reminiscent of Clue and her iconic sleuths like Hercule Poirot. Poirot is a little Belgian man with a curling mustache and professional background in detective/police work.
In Murder on the Orient Express, Poirot is traveling on an uncommonly full train that stops in the middle of the night due to a snow storm. When a man is found stabbed in his apartment, Poirot has to investigate the crime.
After the murder was discovered, the story started to pick up speed. Christie separates the later chapters into individual interrogations with each suspect, which makes the book seem like less of a novel and more of an evidence log, bringing to mind shows like Law and Order. However, I liked this method; it made me feel like she was presenting me with the facts so that I could deduce what happened.
The dialogue was a bit stiff, but I think a lot of that has to do with the fact that the story is set in the early 1900s, when people were typically more articulate. Anyway, if you like murder mysteries, I’d suggest this book. However, I think I need to read other books by her because this one alone did not convince me that she should be held in such high literary esteem (…adding And Then There Were None to my list…).