I've grown up surrounded by books, making friends with beings formed of dust and ink. Some of these beings have faded from my mind, and some remain dormant, whilst others I encounter regularly, greeting them with open arms and a steaming cup of tea. Two of these said beings are Christie's idiosyncratic Belgian detective, and her elderly, more-than-she-seems female detective. Across the darkening winter noons, they whisper to me, their voices muffled by the weight of words, and I know a myriad of adventures lie ahead. For me, these books are my Narnia; reality can wait.
I won't pretend Christie's novels have stunning prose or astounding character development, because, if I'm honest, they don't. However, they're bustling with ideas and thoughts, they're engaging and they're structurally flawless. Not to mention, Poirot and Miss Marple are timeless.
“Poirot," I said. "I have been thinking."
"An admirable exercise my friend. Continue it.”
This morning I rekindled my love for Christie's work through a delightful (albeit morbid) collection of Miss Marple short stories. And, as I glanced out the frosted window, and the warmth of my tea rouged my cheeks, I asked myself: why would I want to spend this day doing anything else?!
So yes, I love anything and everything about Christie's work. Perhaps her books aren't life-altering, but I enjoy them – and sometimes that's more worthwhile.
Do you have an author you constantly return to (aside from JKR)? Have you read any Agatha Christie books? If so, which is your favourite (mine's And Then There Were None)? Also, there was no November wrap-up due to a pesky case of time devourers (a.k.a mock exams) but I'll soon be done with these. :)