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3.52 AVERAGE
3.52 AVERAGE
mysterious
reflective
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Plot
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Complicated
Gosh this Agatha Christie really disappointed me! It felt like Christie had no idea how to fill up space in this book. The writing just wasn’t there for me and Poirot felt off. Him not being able to make the “Louise” connection was not believable for his character. Also, all the information we were being given was terribly redundant. The ending was wildly implausible.
lighthearted
medium-paced
One fine morning, a scruffy young woman walks into Hercule Poirot’s life, claiming she might have committed murder. Naturally, Hercule Poirot, ever the curious detective, gets all intrigued. But then she takes a jab at his age (lol), says he’s too old for her drama, and leaves him hanging. Classic! Hercule Poirot, concerned that she’s more of a victim than a murderer, sets out to save the day... or at least solve the mystery.
So, what’s the verdict? The story wasn’t exactly a disaster, but it didn’t keep me on the edge of my seat. The usual mystery, tension, and Hercule Poirot’s brilliance are all present, but the flow of the plot? A bit of a rollercoaster. The pace was all over the place, starting slow, then picking up, then slowing down again. It’s like a mystery waiting for a murder to happen. And then, just as I was settling in, the last few chapters hit like a freight train. Intensity level: suddenly off the charts! The plot jumped in a way that felt a bit... jarring.
In the end, Third Girl didn’t exactly knock my socks off, but it wasn’t the worst thing I’ve read. It’s like a decent cup of tea — you’re not mad about it, but you wouldn’t exactly seek it out again.
So, what’s the verdict? The story wasn’t exactly a disaster, but it didn’t keep me on the edge of my seat. The usual mystery, tension, and Hercule Poirot’s brilliance are all present, but the flow of the plot? A bit of a rollercoaster. The pace was all over the place, starting slow, then picking up, then slowing down again. It’s like a mystery waiting for a murder to happen. And then, just as I was settling in, the last few chapters hit like a freight train. Intensity level: suddenly off the charts! The plot jumped in a way that felt a bit... jarring.
In the end, Third Girl didn’t exactly knock my socks off, but it wasn’t the worst thing I’ve read. It’s like a decent cup of tea — you’re not mad about it, but you wouldn’t exactly seek it out again.
dark
mysterious
medium-paced
Three young women share a London flat. The first is a coolly efficient personal secretary; the second is an artist; and the third interrupts Hercule Poirot’s breakfast of brioche and hot chocolate insisting that she is a murderer – and then promptly disappears.
mysterious
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
Yes
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
adventurous
mysterious
tense
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Plot
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
No
M. Poirot spends a great deal of this book worrying that he is too old. A young woman barges into his house one morning, seeking his help, until she actually meets him. Once she has laid eyes on him, she pronounces him too old to assist her. Thank goodness Poirot has Ariadne Oliver to boost his confidence and get him on the trail of this unidentified young woman, who may have committed a murder.
I had to wonder—Christie was in her mid-seventies when this was published, and I wonder if someone had suggested to her that she was too old to still be writing? Or was she in full self-doubt mode? It has been suggested that her last novels were adversely affected by the onset of dementia and I wonder if decline was on her mind as she penned this novel.
However, I found this book quite up to snuff. I had just begun to catch on to what was going on when all was revealed. I must confess to quite liking the psychiatrist, although I did wonder why he wanted to move to Australia. At any rate, if Christie was fighting with self doubt, I assume that she, like Poirot, came out of this book with self-esteem intact.
I had to wonder—Christie was in her mid-seventies when this was published, and I wonder if someone had suggested to her that she was too old to still be writing? Or was she in full self-doubt mode? It has been suggested that her last novels were adversely affected by the onset of dementia and I wonder if decline was on her mind as she penned this novel.
However, I found this book quite up to snuff. I had just begun to catch on to what was going on when all was revealed. I must confess to quite liking the psychiatrist, although I did wonder why he wanted to move to Australia. At any rate, if Christie was fighting with self doubt, I assume that she, like Poirot, came out of this book with self-esteem intact.
More classic Christie set in the early 1960s. Just a little irritated by the ending.