Oh, all right, I took a little holiday from reading the
real stuff. Finished Middlemarch, as you know, and am
reading The Innocents Abroad by Mark Twain—–and have
Teddy Roosevelt at my throat . . .
with River of Doubt –our book club book next week—BUT,
took a holiday and read a dear old murder mystery by Agatha
Christie. The Murder at the Vicarage is not the first mystery
by her, but it’s the first one with Miss Marple.
Now you tell me what more you need in a cozy little English
mystery when you have a vicar–married to a much younger
animated young woman, a churchwarden (ho-hum) who is a
former colonel, at least three budding romances, and a bunch of nosy
old ladies. The colonel gets murdered, IN THE VICARAGE!
and suspects abound.
Agatha Christie reads right along—so fast that you hardly get your
peanut shelled and ready to eat and it’s time to turn the page again!
I was pretty sure that Dr. Stone, the archaeologist, did it and told
O’Half so that he could back me up when the murderer was
announced. Not telling if I was right or wrong.
Can you believe that it’s the fourth time I’ve read the book?
Can you believe that I never remember who was the murderer?
It was a lot of fun to read this on the last few days of winter . . .