Harper Collins, 2001 (1932)
Audience: Adults, All Teens
While on holiday in Cornwall, Hercule Poirot falls, turns his ankle and stumbles into pretty Nick Buckley, accident-prone heiress of a local estate and the survivor of several near-fatal mishaps. Poirot suspects more when strange connections surface between distant relatives, an absent pilot and a local gang of friends.
I loved And Then There Were None so much that I immediately did some research on what the next best Agatha Christie might be. After scouring Goodreads ratings and reading descriptions, I decided on The Peril at End House - but of course it was checked out. So I put it on hold and waited. Now that I’ve finally read it, I can say that I enjoyed it - but not as much as And Then There Were None. The solution to the mystery of The Peril at End House got REALLY complicated at the end, but it had a nice, mostly unexpected twist. And I never thought I would like Hercule Poirot or be interested in the books he appeared in (because I read one of the books from his series in high school and was insanely bored with it.) However, as an adult, I found him hilarious and entertaining. He kind of reminded me of Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory a bit. I’ll definitely pick up more Agatha Christie books, and not be so selective about it.